Gail wasn't alone. It was impossible, of course, but still she knew it to be the truth. No matter how unfeasible it may have seemed-- she... was... not... alone.
It took a whole year to get to this point, but when it finally arrived Gail was left breathless with pent up anticipation. Deep down inside, she understood his presence still lingered throughout the house, watching, waiting, and now, maybe, just maybe, her long, lonely wait was over.
It was nearly eleven pm, exactly one year after the tragic accident which took her son's life on, of all days, his birthday..
What really troubled Gail was the stark realization his accident, his death, could have been easily avoided--if only she would have been a bit braver that evening.
Gail, alone in her bedroom, alone in the big house, alone in her sad life, was in the process of getting undressed when she heard the distinct sound of her bedroom's closet door being opened slowly.
She paused halfway through pulling her sweater up. She let it drop back down, before turning to stare across her spacious bedroom at the closet door. Although she could see no one, she perceived someone was there. If only to reaffirm this feeling, there seemed to come from the closet a small creaking noise-- as if someone, just inside the door, standing there, shifted their weight.
Of course, the house was old and prone to a whole array of weird noises. Gail knew this, yet still, she felt sure of being watched.
Gail stood still while silently weighing her options. Part of her wanted to rush across the bedroom, fling the closet door open, exposing who, or what, might be there. She quickly dismissed this option as being overly aggressive. Instead, she started across the bedroom, heading toward her bathroom, deciding to get undressed there in perceived safety.
She progressed no more than a few feet when she heard the closet door creak louder this time; like when it was being opened fully.
Turning, she looked across the dimly lit room having just enough time to observe a dark figure standing in the entrance to her closet, but before she could make out anything further, the bedroom was plunged into total darkness when, simultaneously, both lamps on the nightstands flanking her bed went out.
She stood there, her breath coming in shallow gasps, knowing for sure now she was not alone, leaving her scared, yet not sacred, both feelings seemingly joined at the hip. She counted to ten slowly in an effort to calm her jangled nerves, and to allow her eyes to adjust to the dark. After reaching ten, with the bedroom remaining eerily quiet, she moved cautiously toward the nearer of the two nightstands.
About a month ago, she had taken the precaution of placing a variety of candles on both nightstands, along with matches, ready to be lit at a moment's notice. The lights in the old house had been--unstable-- for quite some time now. She suspected, especially when the electrician could find nothing wrong, it was him messing with the lights.
She tried clicking on the lamp. Nothing. She straightened up, thinking she heard a noise behind her. Total silence. It seemed to stretch out forever-- as she stood still waiting, and hoping in the darkness.
"William... is that you?" she asked quietly.
After what seemed like forever a quiet voice answered. "Only one." The voice was too soft for her to identify-- with absolute certainty-- but it surely sounded like her William.
"Only one," she repeated softly to herself, before understanding what it meant. Turning to the nightstand, she picked up the matches and lit one of the white tapered candles in its glass candle holder.
Gail, desperate for deeper and more meaningful contact, previously decided, on this anniversary night, if he did try to make contact with her, to be utterly fearless--unlike one year ago.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of footsteps crossing the room toward her before stopping a few feet away. Gail listened carefully. She could hear the sound of breathing by the foot of the bed. There was a small thud; something landed on the bed.
Turning toward the bed, she could see it was her white satin robe, folded neatly in a square.
His voice came floating to her, loud enough this time to identify, from somewhere across the dark bedroom. It was him! He was standing back, far enough away from the small pool of light cast by the candle where he was nothing more than an indistinct figure to her. Despite not being able to see him clearly, it was him. She knew it. He had returned--but to what purpose?
"Bathroom, put it on and nothing more." His voice was clear and concise.
"I--"
Cutting her off he snapped, "No questions, Mother, or I shall disappear for good this time."
She started to open her mouth, to question him further, despite his dire warning, but as she strained to make out his features he seemed to be fading.
Snapping her mouth shut, she picked up the robe and headed to the bathroom. It was the same robe she wore the night he died.
Just as she reached the doorway, she turned. "Nothing else, William?"
"Nothing else. Take your time. Things to prepare. Will knock when time."
"OK," she said before disappearing inside the bathroom.
Inside, she took her time stripping off her clothes, mulling over how impossible it was she just had a real conversation with her dead son, but yet, she did. Deciding it might not be very wise to over think things too much, Gail let the matter of what was possible, and what was not possible, drop. She would just accept things as they came.
After slipping the robe over her naked body, she moved closer to the bathroom door, straining to hear what he was up to out there. She could hear a bit of indistinct movement, but nothing more.
Sighing, she moved away from the door. Turning to the mirror, she looked at herself, before deciding a bit of makeup couldn't hurt.
As Gail slowly applied her makeup, her mind wandered back to that fateful evening, one year ago to the day. Gail and her son William were celebrating his birthday by spending the day together. They played tennis at the club in the afternoon, then followed that up by going shopping, before returning home to enjoy a quiet dinner.
After a dinner, where they both consumed copious amount of wine, at her insistence, and in honor of his birthday, they shared an intimate slow dance. After the dance, they retired to the living room to snuggle under a quilt, while watching a movie on this unusually cold and stormy early May evening.
After the movie, she fell asleep for a bit before waking up to find him curled up asleep next to her. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and when he didn't wake up, she slipped off the sofa and quietly made her way upstairs.
Up in her bedroom, she quickly changed out of her nice clothes and into her usual sleeping attire: her favorite blush colored front closure leisure bra and a pair of simple matching boy short panties. Slipping on her satin robe, she hurried back downstairs to her son.
William was just sitting up rubbing his eyes, when she came hurrying into the room. A short conversation, in which she complained about her back being sore from their earlier tennis match, led to her being stretched out on the sofa receiving a harmless little back rub.
Shortly after the massage started, she innocently complained about her robe being in the way, and would he mind very much if she took it off. Of course, he mumbled his compliance.
After the massage was over, feeling relaxed and carefree from both the wine and his backrub, she hesitated putting her robe back on as she was liking the way his eyes kept flickering down to her chest. And why shouldn't they, as, after all, Gail did possess a pair of nice 36 inch, D cup tits.
She could only assume he was rather captivated by how she looked in her bra... otherwise why the constant side long glances at her chest. The feeling, instead of making her uncomfortable, only gave her the confidence to keep showing off for him.
The raw sexual tension continued to grow between them as they sat side by side on the sofa, making small talk, with Gail nonchalantly sitting there in her underwear. By the nervous way he was fidgeting, she could tell her son was curious about why she wasn't putting her robe back on.
Since she could not tell him the truth--she was enjoying showing off for him--she chose to simply comment on how she didn't need to put her robe back, since it was late and they would be going up to bed shortly anyways. And besides that, she added how the wine she drank earlier in the night left her feeling a bit warm.
The final act of the night's drama commenced when she reminded him it was almost midnight and she was yet to give him his traditional happy birthday kisses.
Their kisses, sweet and innocent at first, soon turned serious, with their lips lingering on each other's. Her growing apprehension, tinged as it was with untold excitement from their not so innocent little kissing session, only grew stronger when she felt one of his hands-- ever so slowly-- sliding across her bare tummy, and upwards-- as they continued to exchange kisses. Was he planning on trying to feel her up? Sadly, she would never know as she simply became unnerved, hopping to her feet in an abrupt change of moods.
Thinking he had pushed things way too far, William, thoroughly embarrassed, hurried off upstairs to his room--without telling her he loved her, as he always did, every night without fail, before bedtime.
Gail was ashamed of letting things go so far. She knew she should have went after him, talked to him, but instead she let him go. Less than five minutes later, she was in the kitchen, finishing cleaning up, when she heard their cat, Felix, let out a loud yowl, followed quickly by William cursing, equally loud, and then a series of loud thumps, all coming from the stairs.
Gail rushed over to find William lying unconscious at the bottom of the stairs. He never regained conscious, dying sometime during the ambulance ride to the hospital. They listed his death as officially being 11:02 p.m. on May 11. He was nineteen years old.
Gail wanted to blame Felix but was it truly his fault? They both knew Felix liked to stretch out on the stairs, especially toward the top it seemed, and she had cautioned him about coming down the dark stairs at night, lest he trip over the cat, and break his neck falling down the stairs. Sadly, that is exactly what happened.
Not being able to hold the cat responsible for her son's tragic death only left one person to blame: herself. It was always in the back of her mind. What if she would not have broken their kisses off: Would he still be alive? The memory haunted her.
A quiet knock on the door made her jump. It was show time apparently. Sighing deeply, she turned to the bathroom door before hesitating. Did she really have to go out there and face him? A big part of her, of course, desperately wanted to, but there was a smaller part of her advising extreme caution. It was this smaller part of her that caused the hesitation.
As she stood there, silently debating about leaving the safety of the bathroom, suddenly the light in the bathroom went out. Fumbling around the wall, Gail found the switch and flipped it--nothing.
Another knock on the door, louder this time, made her jump again. She didn't care much for the dark, in fact, she still slept with a night light on. Apparently, she would have to exit the perceived security of the bathroom as standing there in the dark was not a desirable option.
Gail slowly cracked the door open, peeking outside. The bedroom was dark. Slowly she stepped out of the bathroom, meaning to make a bee line toward her nightstand to try turning on the lamp there, or if the lamp was not working, light some candles.
She just got a few feet toward the nearest nightstand when, from across the bedroom, a good twelve to fifteen feet away maybe, five small tea candles flared to life. They were sitting in a rough circle on the floor.
Gail cautiously approached the candles trying to still her fluttering heart. William knew his mom had a bit of a candle fetish and apparently this was something he remembered--even in death.
There was something inside the flaming circle. Bending over, Gail peered at what was sitting inside that rough circle of light: One of her nice champagne flutes, filled to the brim.
Gail bent over, picking up the flute. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed. Champagne. "I imagine I am expected to drink this," she whispered to herself.
She wavered. Champagne tended to make her as randy as a bobcat in heat. Plus, did she really want to add alcohol to the mix on what was turning out to be a rather serious encounter with the ghostly spirit of her son?
Only a few seconds passed with her holding the flute of champagne aloft, still trying to decide if she should drink the champagne when, simultaneously all five of the candles went out.
She resisted a smile as she brought the flute to her lips. He knew her weakness, being in the dark, and just like in the bathroom was using it to his advantage to steer her in the direction he wanted her to go.
Gail tipped the flute back draining the contents in three quick swallows. Not surprisingly, she was rewarded when a fresh set of candles, arranged in a small circle like the first set, flared to life over by the closet.
As she approached this new set of five candles, she spied another flute of what she could only assume to be more champagne sitting inside the flaming circle.
Stopping in front of the circle, she let out a shaky breath. There was something a bit more ominous placed neatly alongside the flute. After gulping down the flute full of champagne-- apparently he wanted her a bit tipsy, just like one year ago-- she turned her attention to the other items sitting there.
Folded neatly in half was her former favorite: the blush colored front closure leisure bra. Under the bra was her pair of matching boy short panties. Seeing the bra and panties sitting there was more than a bit surprising as directly after the accident, Gail considered throwing both the bra and the panties away, but in the end decided to keep them as a symbolic tribute to his memory, but without ever wearing them again. Well, apparently her plans were about to change.
Gail again hesitated while weighing her options. Once again, the candles began to wink out, one by one, causing her to throw caution to the wind. Complying with his wishes, she quickly slipped both the bra and panties on under her robe.
Just like before, she was left in the dark only momentarily as a fresh set of candles flickered to life --this time over by her dresser. As Gail started to cross the bedroom, her palms became sweaty with anticipation. Things were definitely trending in a naughty direction.
Her pulse quickened as she saw the shoes laying in the middle of the circle of candles... next to another glass of champagne.
"Oh my God," Gail whispered. The shoes were the exact ones she wore during their dinner one year ago. She remembered now how he had told her, more than once, how sexy she looked in her new shoes.
Gail bought the shoes, a pair of classy looking, silver round-toed pumps, with four inch stiletto heels, just for him, just for his birthday, mainly because whenever she wore a nice pair of sexy heels he never failed to compliment her. And just like the bra and panties, her heels were designated to be never worn again, suffering the same fate after she buried them deep in her closet.
Before she could lose her nerve, Gail picked up the flute of champagne, along with the shoes, and headed over to the nearby bed. She first drained half the glass of champagne, before plopping down on the bed to put on the shoes.
After getting them on, she stood up and finished off the balance of her champagne. The shoes, combined with the three full glasses of champagne, along with the underwear she was now wearing, all left Gail feeling both sexy and alive for the first time, well, since his death. It was a good feeling, and one she would not relish giving up so easily.
Gail, at the age of thirty four, she had William when she was only a teenager, still possessed much of her youthful beauty. She could have been the poster child for the pretty young high school cheerleader/prom queen, turned attractive thirty something year old soccer mom.
Actually such a description would have been wholly accurate as Gail had been a cheerleader, along with being prom queen, and William did play soccer the whole time growing up.
Her youthful looking skin, perfect and glowing, was accented by a shoulder length tumble of golden blonde hair she often kept pinned up in a pretty bun behind her ear--just the way William liked it--but it was those dew pond round eyes, an effervescent champagne brown which always gave poor William fits as he would simply find himself lost in their beauty.
It was all this attributes, combined with a still shapely body, honed by-- in an effort to just get her out of the house and do something positive since his death--a four times a week workout regimen at the gym which left Gail still looking fine in her mid-thirties.
Gail leaned against the tall dresser to steady herself... waiting for whatever might happen next. Thankfully, the last group of five candles stayed lit.
A good minute or two passed with nothing happening. The bedroom, much to her chagrin, remained deathly silent. Finally, after what seemed forever, there came a low creaking noise from across the room.
Gail turned toward the sound. The closet door, it had been almost shut, now swung halfway open. A feeling of being watched came over her once more.
Still, she just stood there, holding her breath. Her mind was whirling. Is he waiting for me to do something? Another quiet minute passed. She still sensed someone was watching her, but if so, what were they waiting for?
Then it hit her--she was expected to take off her robe. Maybe he was trying to replicate things from last year when she was lounging around in only her bra and panties after their massage.
It was probably the champagne which allowed Gail to have the courage to slowly, after turning to the closet so she was facing it fully, start to untie the robe. The closet door creaked open a bit more after she got the knot holding her white satin robe undone.
Taking a deep breath, cognizant of being observed more than ever, Gail leisurely stripped the robe off her body, letting it flutter unceremoniously to the floor.
She stood there, peering into the dark shadows of the closet, the door was now almost fully open, thinking she could just make out an indistinct figure standing there.
Another whole minute passed before Gail, thinking maybe he was waiting for her to take charge, after all she was the mom, took some decisive action.
"William, I can see you standing there, inside the closet looking at me. Come on out honey and communicate with your mother."
There was no response, even after she slowly counted to ten, in yet another effort to calm her nerves.
Gail was starting to get scared. "W-who's there? Please tell me. Do you wish to speak to me? If it's you William, show me something, anything, p-please some... some kind of sign."
Then a voice came floating across the dimly lit bedroom. Gail let out a sigh of pent up relief as the voice, strong and masculine, but clearly his, announced, "Turn around... away from the closet. Face the dresser. I will come to you."
Gail vacillated, not wanting to obey right away. She wanted to ask questions or maybe even to dash across the room and try to hug him.
Her hesitation was met with darkness as all five of the nearby candles flared out at the exact same moment. The room, to her dismay, was plunged into total darkness.Once more, there was a long drawn out moment of silence, as Gail stood there shivering, still waiting for something, anything, to happen. Finally, lacking any other better options, she finally turned around to face the dresser.
After a brief moment of silence, she could--just barely--make out the sound of someone crossing the bedroom toward her. Then came a whispered voice in her ear.
"Your shivering, Mom."
He was behind her, very close, she could feel his breath tickling her neck, could smell a faint whiff of his cologne--it was the same cologne she gave him as a birthday gift, the same cologne he was wearing during their little impromptu make out session, one year ago.
She was about to turn around when he spoke up again, a bit louder and more forceful this time, "Don't turn around, you wouldn't be able to see me anyways... not in the dark, not if I don't want you to."
She heard the quiet clink of something being placed down on the top of the dresser. "Just one more. Drink it quickly... and then you should be just relaxed enough to... make things up to me."
When he didn't say anything more she replied, "But honey I... I already had three glasses full. Yeah, I have had enough already," she protested. "And it's dark. I think it is you making the candles go out and won't let the lights come on. Can't you please let me have a little light and then I can start making things up to you."
"Drink, and then you shall have light."
"OK, OK," she said, picking up the flute of champagne. Wanting the light desperately, Gail downed half the glass before pausing.
She felt the glass being pushed back to her lips. "Quickly. I think you will be fun to play with when you are drunk."
"Sure I will be," she whispered before polishing off the champagne. The buzz hit her now, hard, as she stood swaying on her feet.
She sat the empty flute back down on the dresser before whispering, "Please honey, you promised... the lights?"
"OK... close your eyes and when I tell you in a minute to open them you shall have your light."
She obeyed as she felt a hand wrapping itself around her wrist. The hand, his hand, it was solid yet, not so much. It was like being touched by a solid puff of wind... or something like that. Whatever the case, the hand was strong enough, impelling enough, to led her silently across the bedroom. Being a bit tipsy from the champagne, no, make that a whole lot tipsy, and with her eyes shut, Gail had no real idea of where she was being taken.
Maybe to my bed!! The thought caused a flash of pure unbidden desire to wash over her, but it was soon replaced by an equal flash of disappointment when she found herself being sat down on the wide cushioned bench in front of her vanity table.
There was a moment of utter silence, was he still there, after she got settled. Then from directly behind her came his voice, once again soft and commanding. "You can open your eyes now, Mother."
Gail's eyes fluttered open to the welcoming sight of a trio of flaming pillar candles spaced neatly apart sitting on her vanity table. Her sigh of relief at having some friendly light was quickly replaced by a sharp cry of sheer surprise. Standing behind her was her son!
She could see his image, not spectral in the least, but clear as anything, in the vanity table's large mirror. Their eyes met in the mirror. Christ, he looked gorgeous standing there-- glowing with youthful handsomeness.
He was wearing the same pair of tight, battered Levi's he wore that night, along with the same nice light blue button up dress shirt. His dark hair was still long, hanging almost to his shoulders in the back, and appeared to be a bit disheveled--yeah, just the way she liked it. On his face was what, a smile, a smirk, a look of bemusement maybe.
He started to speak, saying, "Don't bother turning around--"
He might as well have told her, "Don't bother to breath," as she whipped her head around. She just couldn't help herself.
He was gone. As gone as completely and utterly as if he was never there. Except, he was there! She could still smell his cologne, could still sense his presence.
Then as confirmation he spoke. "You can't see me, Mother, not directly, anyways. Look in the mirror again."
Gail turned her head back around, her eyes flickering to the mirror immediately. He was there, this time with a most definitive smirk on his handsome face.
She watched, spellbound, as he lowered his mouth to her ear, "Don't be scared," he intoned to her softly.
After taking a quick moment to steel her nerves, she replied, "I'm not scared... honey. Why would I be?"
"No reason," he whispered as straightened back up. "I only came back to claim what is rightfully mine."
Trying to sound braver than she felt, Gail answered back, "And what is that sweetheart?"
"Just you," he said. She watched as he brought his hands up, before letting them rest of her shoulders. "Just this."
He began to softly knead her shoulders, causing Gail to let out a gentle sigh. His hands, they weren't cold or clammy in the least. Instead, they felt warm and a bit rough... in other words, perfectly alive and masculine.
She sat there, barely willing to breathe, let alone move, as she felt him work his hands back and forth across her shoulders once, and then a second time.
"Feel good, Mom?" he whispered as he started to knead the muscles at the base of her neck.
"Hmm, yes... yes it does, William" she said, leaning back and closing her eyes. When she leaned her head back against his midsection, it was solid, yet malleable all at once. It was almost like his body had a soft pillowy feeling to it.
After she let out another long sigh, she opened her eyes. He was staring at her with an expectant look on his face. Even in death, she could read her son like an open book. She knew that look well--he wanted something.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his in the mirror. "What do you want from me, honey?"
After a brief pause, his hands were now stroking her hair, he answered quietly, "It's not what I want, but what I need."
"OK what do you need?"
Once again, she watched as he lowered his mouth to her ear. His voice was low and pitiful as he whispered, "Death is cold and lonely. I need your warmth, your love. Please, can you give that to me, Mommy? Pretty please."
Maybe it was the absolute pity in his voice, maybe it was because of the sweet way he called her "Mommy", but whatever it was, it worked as Gail gave in completely.
"Yes, of course sweetie," she quickly replied as her heart thundered in her chest caused by the mere implications of what this could mean. She took a deep breath, trying to still her heart, before adding, "And just how do you want Mommy to give her baby such warmth and such love."
"Like this," he replied softly before slipping one finger, she watched the image of it in the mirror, under her chin. Using just enough force, he tilted her face up to him as he whispered, "Close your eyes."
She obeyed, closing her eyes, mere seconds before their lips came together. Their kisses, sweet and innocent at first, soon turned serious when she felt his tongue slip into her mouth.
Despite how good it felt, Gail stiffened, and then pulled back at feeling his tongue roaming around inside her mouth.
"Please, Mommy, kissing is warm, kissing is love... need more... want more."
He tried to kiss her again, but Gail was scared. If she would not have broken his wicked kiss off when she did, she wasn't so sure she could have stopped... at all.
When he attempted another kiss, she twisted her mouth away. This latest attempt denied, he instead attacked her neck with a series of impassioned kisses, leaving her squirming all over the vanity's wide bench, before she was able to twist away just enough to break contact.
She looked up in the mirror now, meaning to what... chastise him for his amorous behavior, but when she observed his reflection in the mirror, first wavering, and then starting to disappear, any idea of reprimanding him left her mind.
"Please Mommy, don't let me go. It's dark there and cold... please hold me, cuddle me."
She reached out behind her, slinking an arm around his midsection--it was cold now--and more yielding than ever.
He was disappearing! She understood this in her heart of hearts: If he was to dematerialize now he wouldn't be returning; somehow she just knew this.
Gail was edging toward a full blown panic; she could see through his image. She tried to grip him tighter whispering, "Yes, let me cuddle you, and warm you up. Mommy will protect you from the dark, honey. Sit down here behind me and snuggle up close to me."
She patted the vanity bench behind her as she scooted forward to the very front edge so he would have room to sit. She let out a small sigh of relief when she both saw-- and felt-- his still wavering image, it had a more defined aspect to it now, sit down behind her.
She heard his whispered plea, "Need Mommy's warm kisses," and gave in. Totally. Turning her face, she closed her eyes and felt his cold lips press against hers.
They kissed, his icy tongue dipping and swirling into her warm mouth. This time she would try harder to deny him nothing, but when she felt the chilly touch of his fingers floating across her tummy, and up toward her breasts, her natural defense mechanisms kicked in.
She jumped to her feet, breaking off their kiss while brushing at the vague outline of his hands. She half cried, half whispered, "No honey that is going too far."
"Please, Mommy, pretty please." Glancing at the mirror she observed how his outline was fading, leaving scarcely anything of him but a small sparkle where his eyes would be.
Gail sank back down on the bench, finally resigning herself to her fate. Basically, she suspected to deny him now would mean he would be gone forever.
"OK" she whispered, "You can... I mean... I... I won't stop you."
To further amplify her point she clasped her hands behind her back while thrusting her chest out toward the mirror in a most inviting manner.
Her eyes were riveted to the mirror as she watched a pair of nebulous hands slip up and around her mid-section. Not surprisingly, they were rising to converge on her breasts.
Pulling her eyes off the mirror, she gazed down at her bra only to see her breasts being squeezed and fondled by unseen hands. Yes, amazingly enough, it was true; although she couldn't see his hands, since she wasn't looking in the mirror, she could clearly observe the outline of his fingertips pushing in on her bra.
It was wild, watching her tits being manipulated so firmly by these naughty invisible hands.
"Better?" she whispered, glancing up to look at his image in the mirror. It was much more defined than before.
"It would be better still," his voice whispered in her ear, "if your bra wasn't in the way, Mother. Can I take it off or shall you deny me again?"
After a moment's hesitation, she whispered back, "No, no, no, I don't deny you anything sweetie... you can take your mom's bra off."
Her bra closed in the front, secured by a row of five clasps, and as Gail anxiously peered in the mirror, she observed a pair of misty fingers wrapping themselves around the top clasp.
Slowly the clasp came undone before the vaporous strands of his fingers slipped down to the next clasp. Just like the first clasp, the second one came undone in a leisurely fashion... and then the third, fourth and fifth.
By the end Gail was looking down at her chest directly watching with amazement as her bra seemingly was coming undone by itself.
When the bra finally parted, revealing her sizable breasts to the tender mercies of those ethereal, vaporous fingers, Gail let out a soft sigh. The fingers, gentle and playful, began by twisting their tendrils around each of her nipples making them snap to attention in a most delightful fashion.
Gail, her eyes fixed on the mirror so she could observe what was happening, was amazed at how good his misty fingers felt. Blessed with a pair of extremely sensitive nipples, she was soon sighing contentedly while his nebulous hands spread its fingers all over her tits wrapping them in a cloak of delightful pleasure.
Tearing her eyes off the mirror, Gail peered down directly at her chest. Although she could not see his hands, her tits were clearly being squeezed and fondled.
She watched a few seconds more, simply amazed this could be happening, before she felt a gentle hand turn her face back. They kissed with no pretense of innocence this time as their tongues slipped in and out of each other mouths.
He pulled back slightly, whispering in between kisses, "Still cold. Need the warmth of my mom's breasts... in my mouth."
"Honey, I..." She started to tell him no. It was an automatic response but before she could get the words out his kisses were already slipping down and off her mouth and onto her neck.
She glanced up at the mirror; he appeared much more solid now as he implored her to give in. "Please Mom, pretty please let me taste their warmth. Do not deny me yet again."
Using the mirror as a guide, she slipped one hand around his head, she could actually feel the soft texture of his long hair, helping to push him further down.
"I deny you nothing baby. Go on you can..." She paused, taking a deep breath, before utterly abandoning herself to him. "You can suck on your mom's tits."
He began by showering her chest with dozens of light kisses before whispering, "Promise... say it again aloud... say I can... anytime I want... anywhere I want."
"Yes, baby, anytime, anywhere, you can suck on my tits. I promise."
Fully prepared to honor her promise, Gail twisted around to face him, allowing full access to her breasts.
She took one last look at the mirror, he appeared to be fully formed now as his mouth hovered mere inches from the first of her lovely breasts.
She closed her eyes, knowing she was being so very naughty... and not caring.
"Oh God," Gail whispered as she felt her tits being suckled on with a tenderness that absolutely turned her on. Her hand slipped down, cradling him against her chest. His tongue lashed out, attacking her fully erect nipples with a reckless abandon, causing her to let out a low hiss.
With her eyes still shut tight, Gail felt herself being carefully pushed backwards onto the vanity bench as the gentle rain of kisses all over her tits continued.
She let out another pronounced sigh as her breasts were being so sweetly suckled on, each in turn, by the ethereal image of her ghostly son. The whole thing was unbelievable in itself, and so very naughty, but yet, Gail was fucking wetter than ever down there.
"Open your eyes, Mother. I want to show you something."
Her eyes flickered open. He was standing up now, between the table and the bench. He was growing lighter--more transparent that is-- as he whispered, "Just watch."
Gail watched as he son's body slowly became noticeably less solid. Before her very eyes he seemed to be turning into a luminous mist. She could still see the outline of his body, but yet inside this tenuous outline he was slowly disappearing before her very eyes.
"Please honey... don't leave me," she whispered. "Please stay." Yes, she needed him, now more than ever, especially since the soft attentions he quietly paid to her breasts had completely and totally set her pussy on fire with a burning desire to be satisfied.
Spellbound, Gail watched the mist, shaped in the loose image of a body, begin to glow and pulsate as it floated just next to her.
"Use a finger," an otherworldly voice said to her.
"To do what?" Gail answered quietly. Despite answering, she could barely acknowledge this voice coming from the mist was actually her son's.
"To pull your panties away from your body slightly."
"But wh--"
"No questions, just do it," the voice from the floating mist hissed at her.
Gail only hesitated for a brief moment before reaching down. Using one finger --as instructed-- she hooked it under the waistband of her panties and pulled them back away from her body. What happened next defied imagination.
The mist collapsed upon itself, becoming smaller and more condensed before floating down. Using the opening Gail created by pulling her boy shorts away from her body, the streamlined mist disappeared inside her panties as Gail let out a surprised gasp.
Gail looked down. She could see the front of her panties bulging outwards ever so slightly. Through her panties she could see the soft glow of the still luminous mist. It was pulsating stronger now, almost like a heart beating, and then... MY GOD... it was as if her pussy was being showered by a dozens of light kisses all at once.
The small blob of mist swirled and throbbed inside her panties. Involuntarily, Gail spread her legs wider as she collapsed back against the vanity bench. Closing her eyes, she felt what could have been dozens of tiny tongues all flickering along her clit so very gently, ruffling it like a soft summer breeze.
"Oh shit... that feels so good," Gail whispered. A pronounced moan escaped from her lips as she felt her clit being attacked eagerly by her son, yes the mist trapped inside her panties was, somehow, amazingly enough, her son.
The flickering along her clit became more explicit as she felt what very well may have been a finger being pushed up and inside of her.
She let out a low hiss as she started to bounce her hips up and down, riding this incredible otherworldly wave of pleasure.
It didn't take long. Gail was rushing headlong to a mighty climax as the misty blob worked its magic inside her boy shorts. The dozens of flickering tongues, it felt that way, worked perfectly in unison with the solid finger being pushed up inside of her propelling her to a tremendous orgasm.
"OH GOD YES... MOMMY IS COMING," Gail fairly shouted as she lost all sense of decorum while bucking wildly on the vanity bench.
When she finally opened her eyes the bedroom was quiet. The mist was gone from inside her panties. She sat up looking around. She didn't see any sign of him.
Twisting her head back around, she peered at the mirror hoping to see him that way.
Her heart jumped when she saw just the vaguest outline of him standing behind her.
There was a matter of fact whisper in her ear. "Was that good, Mother?"
"That was... wonderfully special honey. You made... you made me come so hard. You turning into a... mist I guess and doing that I mean..." She shook her head. She was still actually dazed from the sheer intensity of her orgasm.
As she sat there, gazing into the mirror at him standing behind her, his image was growing fainter.
"Honey, you are disappearing it looks like. Please... don't leave me. Not yet."
"I used all my energy giving you pleasure."
"Please... there must be something I can do."
"Turn around... t-touch me... re-restore me or I c-can never... return. The dark, the awful coldness... is taking... me." His voice was ultra-faint, barely rising to a whisper as he uttered three final words. "Must... pleasure... me." By the time he finished speaking these halting, fading words Gail was in a near panic.
Quickly she turned around, throwing her legs over the vanity bench so she was facing him. With her back to the mirror, she could not see him anymore. Reaching up, she began patting the air with both hands searching for her son.
She felt nothing for a brief moment before she reached up a bit higher, searching frantically, as she started to edge toward a full blown panic.
She found him, her fingers just grazing up against the solid smoothness of one cheek. It was a bit cold, but yes solid. He was still here!
Her fingertips slid across his check, brushing up against his ear and then his hair.
Her hands slipped down, across his chest, its bare flesh was yielding, and oh so cold. His face, his cheek, his hair, when she touched them all just mere seconds ago were not like this soft, pliable flesh of his chest, but solid.
She knew it then. He was disappearing even as she touched him. Fading away to nothing. Fading away to the coldness.
His last spoken words echoed inside her brain. "Must... pleasure... me."
Gail moved her hands down further, determined to do just that. She found it. It hung there, between his legs, limp like a wet noodle and cold as a Popsicle.
She knew what she had to do. Turning around, she found her jar of coconut oil she kept on the vanity table as a skin moisturizer. After scooping some out and rubbing it on the palms of her hands, she turned back around to face him.
First she would have to turn that wet noodle of his into something a bit more substantial and then...
She began to stroke it ever so softly, while whispering to him. "Be a good boy now William and get nice and hard for your mother. Please baby... for me."
Dropping one hand, she found his testicles. Cupping them gently, she continued to stroke him with her other hand. Much to her relief, and delight, he was growing more solid by the second.
"That's it baby," she purred, "get nice and big for your Mom and when you do... I will put it in my mouth OK?"
She could have sworn she heard him sigh as she moved her hand up and down faster on the shaft of his penis. It was growing both harder and bigger with every wicked stroke of her hand.
"Oh my God," Gail whispered under her breath. "You are such a big boy. Christ... big and hard."
And he was. Gail, although she could not see it, knew her son must have been a good eight or maybe even nine inches.
It was time. His cock was huge and hard now and oh so cold-- like a frozen ice cream treat-- and what did one do with frozen treats?
Gail closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Using one hand she guided her son's huge cock into her mouth. She started slowly, using one hand to hold it upright while suckling on the tip of it loudly while her other hand still cupped his nut sack ever so gently.
Gail opened her mouth wide taking more of his cold hardness inside her warm and willing mouth. Lashing her tongue out, she stroked the underside of his cock. She knew she was doing good upon hearing the audible moan this solicited from him.
Letting his testicles drop from her hand, Gail used her now freed up hand to stroke him while she bobbed her head up and down while taking him deeper into her mouth.
Gail felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. She obliged him as best she could and thankfully--before she could choke on his size--it only took a few more strokes of her hand before he grunted--loudly--filling her mouth full of warm, sticky cum.
Gail rose to her feet. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed her son's cum.
"Where are you?"
The room was silent. "Honey, are you still here. Please show me something."
Satisfied for the moment, Billy disappeared into the nether regions of the spirit world, leaving his mother to contemplate on her own what the fuck just happened.
Gail was growing both desperate and horny. The house remained depressingly quiet for roughly the next three months. She wondered--would that one wild fantastic night be it? She might have been loath to admit it but Gail wanted more.
Nearly another month passed. Still nothing. With every passing day, Gail became less sure of him ever returning. Deciding she needed to increase her knowledge of the supernatural, Gail started doing some research into the spirit world, leading eventually to a small bookstore in the downtown section of picturesque Wilkesbury, Connecticut.
Wilkesbury was a good thirty minute drive from her hometown of Maylock but it turned out to be well worth it. The bookstore, and its positively ancient proprietor, Ms. Olga Krapchuck was a priceless gem.
She took Gail across the street to a local café for tea and after she told the old lady the barest outline of how she thought she was being haunted by her son, Olga looked at her and cackled in her somewhat broken English. "Me thinks you leave out saucy details Ms. Gail. Maybe embarrassed hmm?"
"Yes," Gail responded in quiet surprise. Indeed, Gail left out much in her story, especially, most especially that is, the sexy stuff, but somehow this stooped over, white haired lady, in her all black dress and black shawl, who looked to be not a day younger than ninety at the very least, knew there was more to Gail's story than what she told.
"OK. Ifs you want my help you must tell all, but not to me. I'm . . . at presently . . . much too deeps into another case. Hmm, similar to yours. Pretty local lady being haunted by her boy. You could waits for me to solve her case, but . . ." She shrugged her shoulders before adding, "Might take a whiles . . . and Olga senses you are desperate for closure."
"I am," Gail said.
"Well if that be the case I have someones else who could help. Hopefully, rights away."
"Who?" Gail asked hopefully.
"My great granddaughter, Katrina, but if she to help yous, you must . . ." Raising one gnarled finger up, Olga waved it in the air at Gail, "Tell my great granddaughter everytine . . . no matter details cause embarrassment or not. Katrina powerful witch, aye not as powerful as Olga but still . . . she no judge you."
The next day, Gail was sitting across the table, in the same café, from Katrina, spilling all of her secrets.
The witch looked more like a classic country school teacher in Gail's mind, right down to the vintage black horn rimmed glasses she wore on her creamy white, somewhat, plain face and her dark flowing pleated skirt hanging coming down past her knees, matched with a loose fitting plain white blouse.
The glasses, along with her hairstyle, blond, short and permed, looked like they came from a bygone era. The fact the middle aged witch wore no makeup was plainly evident, but still, Gail found her to be not at all unattractive.
After hearing all of the story, right down to the sexy details of what happened on that fateful last night roughly four months ago, Katrina paused for a long moment as she peered at Gail over her glasses. "Based on what you have told me you are being haunted by more than your son, Gail. There is, I strongly suspect, a demon involved. There is no spirit powerful enough, at least not so far as I have ever seen or heard, and trust me I have heard and seen plenty, on its own, who could turn himself into a mist like that and . . . you know give such pleasure."
Gail face flushed red as she recalled the encounter of the ghostly spirit of her son turning into that luminous mist and then slipping inside of her panties . . . before making her orgasm so hard.
"A demon? You mean like . . . like in those movies, like The Conjuring?"
"Hmm, not exactly. Demons in the movies are made evil to sell tickets, but not all demons are of the evil variety . . . well at least not in my opinion. I now you have questions Gail but let me explain my opinion fully so just hold them until I am done."
"Sure," Gail said as she tried to relax while preparing herself to hear the worst while hoping for the best.
"So based on what you told me . . . if you left nothing out."
"I didn't Katrina. Really."
"Good then I am fairly certain a demon has attached itself to your son and is guiding his actions. I perceive there to be four possibilities here. One, the demon haunting your son, aiding you son in his misadventures is of the voyeur type. That is they like to whispers naughty suggestions or deeds to their host, the host in this case being your son. The host, in almost all cases, will be compelled to follow the suggestion and commit the naughty act while the demon sits back and observes as things unfolds. Two, the demon attached to your son has taken him over completely and, in a sense, mimics your son in all aspects, thus fooling the victim, that would be you Gail, into believing the interactions taking place are between you and him, while in reality it is your son helplessly watching as the demon pretends to be him. Third, the demon is actually inside your son and controlling him . . . like some kind of mischievous puppet master . . . into committing naughty little acts with you, Gail. The fourth and final possibility is the demon is not limiting themselves to only one of the three possibilities I have just outlined, but instead is practicing all three of them from time to time as they see fit."
Gail took a deep breath before speaking. "Number two sounds really scary. I mean if that . . . that was not him I . . . did that with . . . my God."
Katrina reached over and took Gail's hand into hers. "Don't consider that Gail. It will be easier that way for you. It was your son that night . . . it's only moving forward we must consider the second possibility."
The witch's warm, soft hand, combined with her kind words, was reassuring enough where Gail allowed herself to relax again.
"OK so speaking of moving forward what do you suggest? It's been so quiet since that night. I fear he is gone."
"Doubtful. I imagine whatever has attached themselves to your son knows or senses your growing frustration, your growing need to want contact again, and is simply biding their time. Simply put, the more desperate you become for contact the more easily they will be able to get what they want from you."
"And what do you thing they want from me, Katrina."
"I think they have shown that already Gail."
Gail sighed knowing the witch was right.
"So if he is not gone what then do you suggest I do?"
"Have you considered moving. That might solve the issue."
"I don't want to move. I want . . . I need closure. I need to apologize to him. To make him understand."
"If you won't consider moving and truly want another . . . hmm encounter, a chance to apologize maybe, then we must invite contact. The sooner the better."
"How do we do that?"
"Invite me over to your house and I will hold a séance and try to contact the demon, maybe speak to him, and see what I can bargain for you."
"Consider yourself invited Katrina. When can you come by and . . . ahh how much should I pay you? I don't expect you to do all this for free."
"Pay is not necessary in this case. To be honest I am writing a book about people who have had naughty encounters with spirits slash demons and this could make a wonderful chapter all to itself. Of course, I would change your name and a few details to keep your identity secret so really all I want is a chance to explore your case further and to see if we can get the demon to come out and play some more . . . but only if you are really willing to allow such a thing Gail. I mean you must consider what happened before and that it could happen again."
"I am willing to risk it." Gail took a deep breath before whispering, "I miss him, Katrina."
"I know you do sweetie."
Three days later Katrina showed up at Gail's house just before sundown, looking pretty much as exactly as she did the first time they met right down to her flowing skirt and loose fitting blouse.
After getting settled down on the floor in the dark living room across from each other, Katrina proceeded to place in the center of the table, a half dozen small tea light candles before inviting Gail to reach out and hold her hands in between the flickering candles.
"Are you ready to begin, Gail?" the witch asked quietly.
"Yes," Gail responded quickly.
The witch closed her eyes for a brief moment as she chanted something quietly in a language Gail wholly did not understand before switching back to English.
"Our beloved William, I beseech you to make contact with your lovely mother. Please, William, for her, do this."
The living room remained deathly quiet as Katrina repeated her request and then fell silent. There was a slight stirring of the curtains across the living room and then the candles began to flicker.
"He is here. Oh yes, most certainly, I can sense him," Katrina whispered.
"William I can sense you but your mother, she needs a more distinct sign. Please show her something . . . let her know her son has not abandoned her. A soft kiss on her cheek maybe."
Gail held her breath as the air around her became first chilly and then she felt it . . . a brush of lips against her cheek.
She wanted to cry out but Katrina had given her strict instructions: only speak when addressed by me directly, and keep any answers simple, direct and very truthful.
Remaining silent, Gail allowed the good feeling the kiss gave her to wash over her.
"Now William . . . are you alone? Rap once on the table for yes, two for no."
After a brief pause there was a pair of soft knocks.
"Who is with you? Is it Ali-shad-bar?"
After another brief pause there was a single knock on the table.
Katrina put the three day prior to conducing the séance to good use doing some research on powerful demons linked to being naughty and mischievous and finally, after gathering as much information as she could find, came to an educated guess the demon attached to young William was one called Ali-shad-bar.
Actually Ali-shad-bar, despite being very powerful, was one of the lesser known demons, mainly because it was highly selective in who it made contact with. The last known contact anyone had with Ali-shad-bar was in 1955 in India.
What little information Katrina could dig up on this shadowy demon of the underworld was spotty at best, but indicated he was very much a highly mischievous, highly randy and very lustful demon, who preferred to push his host into making amorous advances upon members of their own family. While usually attaching itself to a living being, Ali-shad-bar had been known, from time to time, to attach himself to a recently deceased spiritual entity-- especially if the spirit in question died in a highly sexualized situation--in order to be naughty with a living relative of the spirit.
"Good, good," Katrina muttered quietly to herself. "I would like to speak to Ali-shad-bar directly in the Old Latin. Can he oblige me?"
Quickly there came a loud thump on the table.
Katrina titled her head to one side, murmuring something Gail again didn't understand.
After maybe ten to fifteen seconds at most, Katrina straightened up, announcing loudly, "They are gone. Both of them."
"He did whisper in your ear right Katrina?" Gail asked excitedly. "What did he say?"
"Let's retire to the kitchen, turn on the lights," Katrina said as she climbed to her feet, "We talk there."
Once they got settled in the kitchen Katrina started to explain to Gail what was told to her, by Ali-shad-bar the Almighty.
"Listen Gail, I cannot tell you, well anything right now. His request but what I can say is this . . . we need to hold another séance, quickly, two days from now, which is good because it gives me just enough time to consult with my great grandmother and gather what has been requested of me to obtain. If we are willing to be . . . ahh, open minded I guess you might call it about certain things we very well may be able to strike a bargain with him and he shall release your son from his servitude so he can pass happily over to the other side . . . after having the closure you both seek."
Despite several curious inquired from Gail, the witch would speak no more of the details of her short conversation with the randy demon. Gail, of course, agreed to hold another séance in two days' time.
It was a warm Friday evening just around dusk, when Katrina showed up, dressed much the same way as just the other day, ready to hold yet another séance.
After Gail led her into the living room, they settled down on the sofa next to each other.
"OK before we venture down this road I must tell you what advice my great-grandmother gave me. It seems she has had some dealings with this Ali-shad-bar character in the past, and oh I must say, Ali-shad-bar is quite the character Gail, quite the naughty character I mean."
"He is?" Gail replied dumbly. She felt out of her depth here talking about demons and such.
"Yes, so one last time I must ask you, are you really prepared to go down this path, in the manner I suspect, as does my great- grandmother, that would satisfy Ali-shad-bar and hopefully secure your son's release? To do so you must trust me, and my great-grandmother, fully and don't doubt any or our advices."
"I trust Olga and I trust you Katrina. I mean it's weird, I am really not a trusting person, all that much, but for some reason I fully trust both of you . . . especially you."
Reaching out, wanting to emphasize her point, Gail grabbed Katrina's hand and squeezed it tight, and was rewarded with a heartfelt smile, and a tight squeeze back, warming both her heart and her soul.
After Gail hurriedly prepared the living room the same way she did for the first séance, Katrina asked her, "So are you ready to begin, Gail?"
"Yes," Gail responded quickly.
The witch closed her eyes for a brief moment as she chanted something quietly in what Gail assumed to be the same language she used the first time before switching again to English.
"Our beloved William, once more I beseech you to make contact with your lovely mother. Please William for her, do this."
The living room remained quiet forcing Katrina to repeat her curious incantation before falling silent. Just like the other night, there first came a slight stirring of the curtains across the living room, and then the candles started to flicker out one by one until only a sole candle was left.
"They are here," Katrina whispered.
Gail eyes flickered around the dark living room searching for some sign of them before she jerked forward on the sofa. From a far corner came a grim male voice. "Over here," it stated flatly.
Gail stared into the corner. There was definitely someone, or maybe something there, as a shadowy but clearly defined image was silhouetted in the darkness. The image, most ominously, possessed a pair of red glowing eyes spelling danger in large capital letters.
Katrina put a hand on Gail's arm whispering, "Let me do the talking."
Turning to address Ali-shad-bar, in a loud voice full of confidence, "So you are and are you prepared to bargain with us Almighty One about releasing the boy from your servitude."
The confidence Katrina was showing was utterly lacking in Gail, probably thanks to those menacing eyes which appeared to be totally fixated on her.
"Hmm, right to the point, I like that. OK so let's not dilly dally shall we. This is what I offer. I will allow William to pass peacefully to the other side but only if the pretty mommy can pass a series of challenges over the course of the next year or so."
Gail was about to speak but before she could Katrina touched her lightly on the arm. "Let me do the talking for now hon."
Gail nodded her head in silent agreement, relieved actually Katrina was taking the reins in bargaining with the demon.
"How many challenges must she pass?"
"A total of at least three, maybe more, depending on how she does would be adequate."
"OK let's hear about them," Katrina quickly replied.
"I shall only inform you of the initial challenge for now. Pass it and you shall move on and only then will you learn about the second challenge. Agreed."
"If she fails the first challenge or any challenge for that matter what then and will the standards of passing or failing be clear to us?"
"Very clear and if she fails any of the challenges the boy stays with me. It is that simple. With this in mind are you prepared to hear what scant details I shall impart to you regarding your initial challenge, Gail?"
"We are," Katrina replied for the both of them.
"Fine. The first of her challenges is simple. Sometime within the next two months I shall send William to his mother with the terms of her challenge. If she accepts the challenge she must fulfill its terms fully in order to consider it passed. More I cannot or will not say. There is a couple of things though. While waiting the allotted time for William to come to you Gail you must remain utterly chaste. No dating, no flirting with other men at work, no anything including self-pleasure. Also, no speaking with your witch friend Ms. Katrina. In fact, limit your contact with anyone to the barest of minimums. Basically, I am expecting you to abandon everyone in your life until your beloved William returns to you to offer your challenge. After the challenge is over, only then can you reach out to anyone. Trust me, if you disobey I shall know and it will not go good for young William. So do you accept Gail?"
Gail looked at Katrina. Dropping her voice to a low whisper, Katrina told her, "He is being tricky as usual by withholding as much information as possible and I don't like the fact you can't communicate with me. Of course, he wants you to limit all contact with people so you will be both desperate and lonely by the time your son actually visits you and I doubt it will only be two months. I expect it might be quite a bit longer."
"I'll be fine. I can do this," Gail whispered back. "I wanna do this."
Katrina smiled at her friend before turning to the demon. "We agree."
The witch was right: it was much longer than the stated two months as a full five months passed with no sign of William. Then another two months and still nothing. Again, just as before her meeting Katrina, Gail was growing desperate and lonely. She was beginning to think maybe the demon flat out lied to her and William would never return. She badly wanted to seek the advice of Katrina but, of course, contact with the witch was strictly forbidden.
Finally, one night, after a hot bath before bedtime, Gail wrapped a towel around her naked body and entered her bedroom. She let out a small gasp. Her bedroom was awash in soft candle light. Finally, he is here! Gail whispered to herself.
Glancing about the room, she searched for further confirmation her son was here.
At first, nothing broke the deathly silence in the room. Time seemed to stretch out forever as her bedroom remained entirely silent and empty but then, just as she was starting to get discouraged, she heard the telltale sign of her closet door gradually swinging open.
She turned toward the soft creaking noise, but in the dim candle light she could see nothing but darkness beyond the partially opened closet door.
"Maybe he needs a little encouragement," she whispered to herself as she strode across the room, to the small bar in the corner. She could sense him tracking her as she moved across the bedroom.
After pouring herself a glass of champagne, she took several generous sips before refilling it and making her way over to the scene of her earlier misadventure with the ghostly spirit of her son: her now-- tainted with wickedness-- vanity table.
Gail took another large swallow of champagne before sitting down to put on some makeup. She took her time, applying her makeup carefully while continuously sipping on her champagne until it was nearly gone.
Gail still sensed him, watching her from the closet, as she proceeded to pin her hair up in a bun behind her ear--just the way he liked it best.
A good two or three minutes passed. The room remained quiet-- until she heard the closet door creak again. Refusing to turn and look, Gail braced herself and gulped down the balance of her champagne.
Screwing up her courage, Gail announced loudly, "William is that you? Show me a sign if it is."
One by one the candles began to wink out until the room was totally in the dark.
She sat there, surrounded by the smothering darkness, waiting for him to come to her. After a quiet moment or two, she heard the sound of footsteps crossing the bedroom toward her before they stopped directly behind her, just as a pair of candles on the vanity table flared to life. She glanced up in the mirror. Much to her disappointment, there was nothing there to see.
After a brief moment, Gail felt his warm breath against her neck. Bracing herself, she heard a whispered voice, his voice, in her ear. "I have a surprise for you Mommy. I am no longer an only child. I made myself a little brother."
"You did? I don't understand . . . How?"
"Ali-shad-bar simply divided my spirt in two. He has immense powers you know." He told her this in a bold, confident voice she rarely remembered the shy William using when he was still alive.
"So I heard. That was actually nice of him since you always wanted a little brother."
"I am going to disappear in a minute leaving you alone to get to know my little brother . . . and your new son."
"But honey where is he? I don't see him. Am I going to be able to see him . . . at least in the mirror like I could see you that . . . that night? And can I really trust him?"
"You will be able to see him perfectly, and not just in the mirror, but first you have to lure him out of the closet where he is waiting and watching. And, of course, you can trust him, we are twins actually. In fact, I took all my sweetness, all my innocence, all my shyness and gave them to him so you yeah . . . he is perfectly safe for you to play with."
"What must I do? When I, you know, lure him out of the closet."
She could feel his hands on her shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her ear, "Seduce him . . . or else I stay gone. And the seduction, this is very important, Ali wants it to be very sweet and innocent."
"But I . . . I don't know him. Don't know what he likes so seducing him might be difficult."
"I will tell you this . . . over the past few months he has really enjoyed watching you get undressed down to your underwear so I think he has, by now, developed a real underwear fetish, especially when it comes to his mommy looking nice in one of her sexy looking bras so you might want to use that to your advantage. Oh and one final thing, very important. You only have until midnight to seduce him. If you fail, if you are not being, at least, a little bit naughty with him when the clock strikes twelve, Ali shall consider you as failing your challenge and take us down to the worst part of the underworld and we shall never know any peace."
He gave her no time to argue, or pose further question to this final wicked proclamation as Gail felt something stir in the air behind her and then he was gone, leaving her alone with, unbelievably, her new son.
Sighing at this unexpected turn in events, Gail picked up her phone. It was already 11:22. Only thirty eight minutes to put her innocent seduction in play. After sitting the phone back down she turned toward the closet, "H-honey, are you in there. I'm . . . I'm afraid I don't know your name . . . but I want to . . . Mommy wants to know your name I mean."
After a brief moment of silence, finally there came from the closet a small, innocent sounding voice. "Bobby."
"Hmm, Bobby. That is a nice name. So Bobby can you come out of the closet so Mommy can see you. If you come over and sit next to me maybe we can have a nice talk."
When he said nothing she considered standing up and stripping off her towel thinking that would surely draw him out of the closet, but then she remembered Bobby telling her, specifically, And the seduction, it needs to be very sweet and innocent.
Stripping off her robe and showing off her naked body, right away, would not be such a sweet and innocent thing to do. Plus, it would not do much to indulge his underwear fetish.
She sighed, trying to figure something else to say when there was a stirring inside the closet. The door swung open wider as Gail strained her eyes to try and see her new son better. She could just make out a small, shadowy figure standing just inside the closet door.
"Come on hon, if you come sit next to me it will be easier for us to talk, don't you think and to get to know each other better. I mean . . . you do want to get to know me . . . right?"
Gail patted the seat next to her saying, "Come on out now, Bobby . . . please."
The small figure began to cross the bedroom toward her and just as William promised her, Gail could see him perfectly as he drew nearer.
Dressed in a dark tee shirt and a pair of simple white briefs, her new son was adorably cute while being rather small in stature. His sandy brown hair was cut short, and was a bit disheveled, while his dimpled cheeks glowed with an abundance of youthful cuteness.
As he sat down next to her, he looked away shyly with his demeanor apparently matching his innocent appearance.
"Hey look at me, Bobby." Reaching out, curious to see if he would feel as "solid" as he looked, Gail brushed one hand alongside his cheek. She was relieved to find he was both warm and solid.
After her touch, he turned to her with a serious, almost scared, expression on that adorably cute face of his. He looked like he wanted to say something but was too afraid.
"You . . . you are not very tall huh, Bobby. How old are you anyways? Your brother only told me you were younger than him."
"I am nineteen, same as him, but he told Ali-shad-bar when he was creating me to make me smaller so he could bully me and push me around and make fun of me."
"Well that is not very nice. I guess I will have to speak to him about that when I see again, but anyways your nineteen . . . that is interesting so that means you are the same age as William but I thought he said you were younger?"
"Actually I am younger than him because he just made me . . . like a few months ago but since he is eighteen when he, you know, ahh died, I am eighteen also."
"I see, but listen, Bobby, honey, what is the other side like . . . I mean you said--"
"I am not supposed to answer questions about the other side and technically we aren't on the other side, yet, we are in the underworld but I aint supposed to talk about that either."
"Oh . . . Hmm, OK. Well, we can talk about other things."
"Can you go get some more champagne first? William said you are more fun to play with when you have had a few glasses of champagne."
Gail, remembering how she was supposed to seduce him, smiled sweetly at him before replying, "Is that what you want to do sweetheart." She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, "Play with Mommy."
"Y-yes," he answered tentatively.
"Good because honestly Mommy has already had a bit of champagne so I am already in a bit of a playful mood, but I suppose . . ." She rose to her feet. "One more glass would only make me more playful."
As she strode over to the bar in the corner of the bedroom, she could feel his eyes following her. After pouring herself a fresh glass of champagne, she hurried back over to the vanity table actually more than a little anxious to get things started.
After draining nearly half the glass, Gail reached out, impulsively running her fingers through his hair again, before letting them slip down to his forearm. Stroking it softly, she whispered, "I like this . . . you are both warm and solid, Bobby . . . unlike your older brother when he came to visit me a long time ago it seems."
"Ali gives us the ability to kind of change our appearance. We can make ourselves either solid or transparent . . . if we want."
"Hmm, I see, well speaking of him, I mean Ali do you know if he plans on sending your big brother to come to see me tonight or anytime soon?"
Bobby looked away shyly before answering in a small voice. "He promised me I could have you . . . all night . . . tonight I mean . . . to myself. Why? I guess you want him instead of me?"
After he said this, Gail looked at her new son. He had a hurt puppy dog expression on his cute face breaking her heart.
"No . . ." She grabbed his hand squeezing it tight. "I mean I am looking forward to you . . . having me." She squeezed his hand tighter. "All to yourself . . . all night long I mean."
"Really?"
Leaning over, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek as she whispered, "Yes, really."
She watched Bobby flush bright red from her kiss before he whispered back, "I can tell you this one thing about the underworld. It's cold and dark and lonely."
"Is that what you are feeling now sweetie, cold and lonely?"
"Yes," he answered quietly.
Gail said nothing for a brief moment before it clicked in her head. This was the perfect opening. "You know Mommy's have a special cure for both those things, sweetie. It's called cuddling. Would you like your mommy to cuddle you and make you feel all nice and warm and maybe not so lonely."
"Yes, that would be nice."
Standing up, Gail held her hand out to him. "We should do our cuddling downstairs in the den. There is a nice fireplace there and if you pull the sofa a bit closer to the fireplace, but not too close, I think it will be a real super nice place for us to do some serious cuddling. Do you know where the den is, hon?"
"Yes, I have some of William's memories imbedded in me . . . like where things are at in the house."
"Good then why don't you run downstairs, get the fire going and then position the sofa like I suggested and I will be down in a minute. I just need to throw something on and then I will be right there."
After he disappeared downstairs, Gail took a moment or two in deciding just how she would indulge her son's little underwear fetish.
A short five minutes later, Gail, carrying the quilt from her bed, and wearing her favorite white satin robe with something special on underneath entered the den.
Bobby was there waiting for her on the sofa in front of the fireplace. The only light came from the fire blazing away in the fireplace as Gail hurried across the small den to the sofa.
While Bobby sat patiently on the sofa, watching her like a hawk, Gail dropped the quilt on the sofa next to her son.
"So if you really want your mommy to cuddle you all nice and proper Bobby, honey, we need to enjoy as much nice skin to skin contact under our blanket."
He said nothing, only nodding his head in agreement.
"So that means you are going to have to get undressed and then after you're undressed, go ahead and get comfortable under the blanket as I am going to have just one more glass of champagne to help relax me and then I will join you."
"OK," he quietly before starting to strip off his tee shirt. "Are you going to get undressed too, Mommy?"
"Of course baby. Here watch," she said smiling slyly at him. Knowing his full attention was focused squarely on her, and liking it, Gail slowly stripped off the white satin robe, revealing an ultra-sexy white strapless bra and panty ensemble set to him. Gail picked the combination out, mindful of what William told her earlier about Bobby having a bit of an "underwear fetish".
She sensed, by the star struck way he was gazing at her, she made the right choice. Turning, she walked across the den to the small bar in the corner to get her champagne leaving him staring slack mouthed at her.
Her back was to him as she stood at the bar sipping on this final glass of champagne when he called out to her, "Mommy should I take my underwear off too."
She turned. Resisting the urge to check out her new son's "package", as he stood there in just his briefs, Gail keep her eyes at a decent level. "I suppose, for now, you can leave them on Bobby."
"OK," he replied as she watched him slip under the blanket while she hurriedly polished off the last of her champagne.
Striding across the den to him, she paused standing over him, conscious of the eager way his eyes were glued to her tits before she sat down and slipped under the quilt next to him.
She let a minute or two pass as they quietly cuddled under the blanket. Turning, she snuggled her way out from under the blanket so it fell away from her chest. Dropping her voice to sultry whisper she said, "So baby, do you like how Mommy looks in her new strapless bra?" She suspected what his answer might be considering the way his poor eyes seemed to be hopelessly stuck to her chest.
"Yes, a lot," he answered quietly.
"I thought you might have, I mean, well, I hoped so anyways. I picked it out just for you and I have sort of noticed how you have been kind of staring at my chest ever since I took off my robe . . . or maybe I am just imagining things."
Gail could tell by the way he was blushing what his answer was, but still she pushed him. "Answer me," she whispered as she ran a hand through his hair.
He first looked away, sighing, before turning back to her. "You weren't imagining things, Mommy. I was staring but it's not my fault," he whined.
"Really . . . well whose fault is it then?"
"Nobody's. It's just your bra looks really pretty on you, Mommy," he replied in all sweetness and innocence.
"So that's why you keep staring at your mother's chest hon?"
"Yes."
Gail, wanting to add a touch of innocence to the naughty proceedings, dropped her voice to the sweetest of whispers, "Well, your mommy thinks there might be another reason . . . like you are curious maybe?"
"Curious about what?"
"Oh come on you know, baby." She leaned back affording him a better view of her body . . . before inserting what she hoped to be the final piece of the puzzle. "Tell me the truth. Has a girl ever let you feel her up before, Bobby? You know, ever let you touch her boobies?"
He hesitated before answering with a quiet, "No."
"Well, then I can imagine you must be, especially now since you are such a big boy, more than a little curious about what a woman's boobies feel like."
When he turned away, she quickly reached out and gently turned his face back toward her. Dropping her voice to a seductive whisper, she said, "Maybe you are even curious about what your mommy's boobies might feel like huh?"
Their eyes met briefly before he again answered with a quiet and simple, "Yes."
"You know honey, one of a mommy's most important jobs in the world is to get her babies, especially her baby boys, to show the courage to explore their world so do you think you can show your mommy how courageous you are honey, with her help, of course, as I want to give your natural boyish curiosity free reign?"
After swallowing hard he nodded his head yes.
Gail sighed. So far, so good. Glancing at her phone she saw time was starting to run short.
11:44 pm
"First show your mom how brave you are by giving her a nice kiss or two and then I will satisfy that curiosity of yours honey."
She leaned over, her arms sliding across his shoulders as their lips came together. They exchanged a pair of innocent little kisses before she carefully pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, swirling it around several times before pulling back.
Good, he seemed to be panting, she thought to herself.
Leaning down closer, she gave him several more light kisses, slipping her tongue over his lips, before she felt his tongue slip out and start to explore. She opened her mouth wider as their tongues finally met and engaged in mock battle, filling the living room with the quiet smacking of their lips before she broke things off.
She moved both her hands to his face, tilting it directly up at her. "Mommy loves her adorable little Bobby, you know that?"
Her sudden fierce declaration of love surprised even herself, but it was a feeling that came over with such, yes fierceness, as they kissed, she needed to let it out.
"I love you too, Mommy," he told her back before adding, "Lots and lots."
She pulled him close, down and against her chest, as he closed his eyes. After running her fingers through his hair, she pulled back slightly, her hands firmly around the back of his head, and began to sway her chest back and forth causing her nice, firm tits to soothingly brush back and forth across his cheeks.
Looking down, she observed how his eyes were closed and his breathing had become ragged. Her swaying became more pronounced as she pushed his face flush against her breasts.
"You like that honey. You like the way your Mommy's pretty bra feels all nice and soft against your face?"
He whispered a hoarse, "Yes." Reaching down, she grabbed his hands before leaning back on the sofa and guiding them up to her chest.
Pushing them against the fullness of her tits she whispered, "So how do they feel, baby? Nice, I hope."
She felt his shy, inexperienced hands give her tits a tentative squeeze or two before he whispered, "Oh God, yes, Mommy they feel nice."
She allowed him another two or three soft squeezes before she said, "Honey, your mommy needs to lean back now and relax. I am feeling a bit dizzy from all the champagne I drank . . ."
She stroked the side of his face as Bobby reluctantly pulled his hands away. Giving him a warm smile, she added, "But I liked the super nice and gentle way you are playing with your mommy's boobies just now so as I close my eyes and lean back you can keep playing with them if you want."
Before reclining back against the sofa she took a quick glance over to her phone where it was sitting on the armrest of the sofa just to the left of her. Gail's pulse quickened; she didn't have much time left.
11:48 pm
"I mean, you weren't done yet, right baby, exploring your curiosity about your mommy's boobies and playing with them a bit I hope." To help facilitate his answer she reached over and grabbed his hands guiding them back to her chest. "I really hope not coz it's important you explore your curiosity to its fullest extent."
"No, I wasn't done yet," was his not so surprising answer.
She allowed him to feel her breasts through her bra for the next minute or two before she opened her eyes and lifted her head up, saying, "Sweetie, I know you think your mommy's bra is really pretty and all, but you might like playing with her boobies better if her bra wasn't in the way . . . don't you think?" She tilted her head at him while giving him a seductive smile. "So you want to try and take mommy's bra off, sweetie?"
"OK, Mommy I'll try," he replied.
She turned her back to him, allowing him to attempt to unhook her bra, and after his inexperienced fingers blundered around a bit trying in vain to undo the first of the double clasps he said, "Mommy, I think it's stuck."
She started to reach around to her back meaning to undo her bra for him when she glanced over at her phone. Time was growing perilously short now before the midnight hour struck and she needed to be doing something naughty with her son.
11:53 pm
"You know what . . . maybe it's better anyways we just leave mommy's bra on for the time being. Besides it's about time where we moved down in front of the fire so mommy can share something very special with her baby boy. Something she hasn't shared in a very, very long time."
"What is it Mommy?" he asked eagerly.
"First be a good boy and go grab the pillow chair over there in the corner and drag it over here to in front of the fire and then once we get settled I will show you. Now hurry, sweetheart, we haven't got much time."