Gail noted how the small beam of light seemed to be focused on one particular area of her body: namely her tits.
In a mood to please her captor, the thoroughly drunken Gail make sure to put some extra spice in her step as she crossed the room toward him, making her nicely sized tits bounce up and down under the tight confines of her sexy blue bra.
As she approached him he continued to aim the beam of the flashlight directly on her chest, giving her an inkling about what he liked best about her body.
After stopping directly before him-- he just sat there-- playing the small beam of light up and down her body as she curiously wondered just what he planned on doing next.
After taking a moment to light the candles on the vanity table, he circled around her as she faced the vanity table's mirror and the flickering candles.
Snuggling up behind her, he brought his mouth up before breathing in her ear, "Hmm, so beautiful."
There was another moment of silence before he whispered, "Relax as I prepare you."
Prepare me for what? Gail nearly screamed before deciding it might be best to just stay silent.
She soon found out as he produced a dark rag, or maybe it was one of her scarves from the closet, and after wrapping it around her head and then securing it around her eyes, her vision was totally cut off.
Next, somewhere in the darkness that was now totally her new world, she heard an ominous rattling noise, it sounded like something metallic, before feeling the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs, being clamped around her wrists.
Gail's heart raced, blindfolded and handcuffed she was utterly helpless to her strange captor.
She sensed him moving around behind her before he pressed his body up against her.
His hands went to her shoulders, kneading them softly, as she felt his breath tickling her ear... and then his tongue. His tongue being swirled around in her ear made her shiver as did the kisses all along her neck that quickly followed.
Next, she found his hands dropping down to her waist before circling around to the front.
She let out another shaky breath when his hands began to slowly advance north toward her beckoning bra clad hills.
"Nice," he whispered into her ear as his hands tenderly cupped her generous breasts for a brief second or two through the pretty blue bra before--Oh God-- his one hand slipped down, and inside her panties.
She felt her pussy being invaded by a pair of probing fingers, one after the other, just as he turned her face toward him. Crushing his mouth against hers, he kissed her aggressively while working his index finger in and out of her wet hole.
Despite her best efforts not to, Gail found herself starting to get more than a little excited by the proceedings. Being utterly helpless it seemed only served to ratchet up her excitement.
"Please... you are making me weak," she whispered when he finally pulled back from swirling his tongue in her open mouth. "I need to sit down."
"Sit... face the mirror," he told her softly as Gail maneuvered around the vanity bench before plopping down on it.
Risking a question, Gail asked him quietly, "Why do you need to put a blindfold on me... I mean you still have your mask on."
"Exactly and since your beauty has become irresistible to my desperate heart I must remove my mask so I can do this..."
The first kiss fell on her neck as he slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her in close to him. The initial kiss then turned into a second and a third kiss, also on her neck, before it became a deluge when he twisted her face around and began to shower her lips with a plethora of wild, desperate kisses.
As he pressed his lower body against her, she felt against her backside what must have been an extraordinary large boner making its happy presence known.
Finally, after another flurry of passionate kisses, he pulled back some.
"It's time," he quietly announced as he undid her makeshift blindfold from around her head. "And I want you to witness, along with me, their great unveiling."
"Great... great unveiling?" a dazed and confused Gail whispered. "What's being unveiled?"
"Just watch... in the mirror," he whispered.
Directly after her blindfold was removed Gail quickly looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of her captor's face, but he had already re-adjusted the ski mask over his face.
Her attention was quickly drawn down though when she felt the sharp edge of the knife resting against her tummy.
Holding her breath, she watched in the mirror as the knife slowly rose upwards until it was resting flush against the center gore of her bra.
He lightly skimmed the knife for a few seconds over both the cups of her bra before bringing it back to the middle and carefully slipping it under the gore.
Gail, still holding her breath, watched as he carefully sawed through the center of her bra, utterly ruining it.
He seemed to take a long moment staring at her chest. The cups of her bra, despite it being sliced open, still clung precariously to her breasts keeping them mainly hidden from his hungry gaze.
She let out a shaky breath as she watched him reach past her, setting the knife down on the vanity table.
Gently, he hooked a pair of fingers under her bra straps and slowly, carefully he pulled them across her shoulders and then down. As her ruined bra fluttered gently to the floor, her lovely, moderately sized tits were finally revealed to him in all their fleshy glory.
She heard him let out a deep sigh before he whispered in her ear, "God, Mommy you have such a gorgeous set of tits."
He said nothing else for a long moment as he just stood there, hands softly kneading her shoulders, staring at her tits in the mirror.
As she watched him gazing reverently at her breasts, it finally hit her then as she recalled a distinct memory of a conversation with... someone-- she can't remember exactly who-- but snatches of it were now coming back to her.
Something about someone telling her to "subconsciously remember to use her sexy mommy persona she developed so well over the years to her full advantage... otherwise she might be in danger".
Deciding this was sound advice, Gail asked him softly, "You called me Mommy... does that mean I remind you of her, sweetie."
"You do..."
"So your mommy was pretty like me and had a nice set of tits... like me too."
"Yes and sometimes... she would let me..." He paused, looking shyly down.
Going all in on her decision to follow the advice of using her "sexy mommy persona", Gail whispered to him. "Sometimes she would what baby... tell your new mommy."
His head snapped up almost immediately after her pronouncement of being his "new mommy", making Gail feel she had knocked it out of the park... maybe.
"Really... you... you want to be my new mom?"
"Of course, sweetie," Gail quickly replied. "So what would your other mommy let you do, baby?"
He looked away shyly again before whispering, "Sometimes she would let me, you know, touch them."
"Touch them... you mean her boobies, sweetheart?"
"Yes."
"And I'm guessing you want to touch your new mommy's boobies also huh... because you can if you want. Mommy doesn't mind."
She heard him let out an audible sigh before his hands slowly came around and under her breasts. Gently, he cupped both of them in his hands before jiggling them up and down playfully.
As he continued to tenderly knead her tits, he brought his mouth to her ear. "Sometimes she would kiss me as I was playing with her boobies."
She slowly turned toward him, "I could kiss you to hon... but you'll have to take your mask off."
"I know," he replied before quickly scooping up the makeshift blindfold again.
Gail thought of protesting, but let it go as he once again secured the rag around her head, cutting off her vision.
A second later his hand was gently turning her face toward him, and this time when they kissed Gail did not hesitate in kissing him back.
As they exchanged kiss after breathless kiss he used his thumbs to gently toy with her sensitive nipples--just as she loved-- until they were fully erect.
Gail let out an audible sigh when she felt one of his hands slip down, across her belly, and then inside her panties. She let out a small hiss as his finger easily slipped inside her wet pussy.
"God you are so wet," he whispered to her before adding quietly, "So I guess you find the idea of being my mommy just as much as a turn on as I do."
"Does the thought of me being your mommy really turn you on, sweetie?"
"It does... you wanna see what you letting me play with your nice boobies did to me... down there."
"Yes baby... mommy would like that very much. Show her, sweetie."
After a long moment's hesitation, Gail's heart began to flutter as she sensed him moving up very close to her... just before she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being undone.
Her heart raced ever more as she heard the soft rustling sound of his jeans being removed before hitting the floor next to her. Reaching down, he undid the blindfold covering her eyes.
Again, Gail's eyes immediately flitted up, hoping to finally catch a glimpse of her mysterious assailant, but, disappointedly, she was again too late as he just was pulling the ski mask back down.
Sighing, she dropped her vision downwards and was greeted with a most stimulating sight. He was standing directly before her, giving her a direct view of the large tent pole poking out from under his dark navy blue boxers.
A pang of intense guilt hit her then as more often than not, dark navy blue boxers had been William's underwear of choice.
Trying to clear her head of that painful memory, Gail looked up, smiling before whispering, "Hmm, I guess you were kind of turned on by playing with mommy's boobies huh, sweetie?"
"Sometimes, if I asked really nicely, my mommy would... put it in her mouth for me."
"She would," Gail replied in a voice that was barely loud enough to qualify as a whisper.
"Can you do that for me also, Mommy... please... pretty please?"
Gail's mind was reeling with competing thoughts. If she said no would he get the knife out and just make her do it? On the other hand, would it not be better if she just pleased him of her own free will before it came to that?
If to emphasize that point, he began begging again. "Please mommy put it in your mouth."
Reaching down, he tenderly stroked the side of her face before whispering, "Pretty please... let me put it in your mouth, Mommy."
Gail sighed. He was choosing not to force himself on her at this point and this, maybe, touched her deeply as did the way he was so sweetly begging her.
"Please... Let me put it in," he whined once more.
Finally, she made her decision. "Take off your mask, mommy wants to see her little boy's face, and then she will let you put it in her mouth."
"I will but you have to... have to let me put it in first and then you have to promise to, you know, suck on it really nicely."
"OK... Mommy promises."
Reaching down, he slowly pulled down and off his boxers, allowing his large cock to come bounding out like some kind of swollen hard monster.
Gail stared at it. Maybe it was the angle of it being so close but he looked absolutely huge. Again, an unbidden thought hit her somewhere deep in her subconscious, huge, just like William.
He inched forward, his hardness jabbing at her still closed mouth. "Open your mouth, Mommy... come on you promised."
After taking a deep breath, Gail opened her mouth allowing his hardness to slip inside.
Gail turned her eyes upwards as she began to slowly bob her head up and down on his thick, hard cock. He let out a small groan and after she took his hardness in as deep as she could, nearly gagging, she gently pulled back until his cock slipped out of her mouth.
"Please honey, you promised. Mommy kept her promise... now take off your mask for me. I want to see you as I bet you are so adorably cute."
"Let me put it in your mouth again and as you are sucking it, real nice this time, I will take off the mask, but you have to promise to keep sucking on it even after I have taken my mask off. Promise me..."
She looked up at him before whispering, "Yes I promise, honey."
The promise made, the deal struck, Gail sighed before moving her mouth forward and opening wide.
He wants me to suck on it nice... I will show him nice, Gail thought to herself as she began to slurp greedily on his cock.
As she bobbed her mouth up and down on his hardness, slow at first before picking up speed, she turned her eyes upwards.
Her heart speeded up as he slowly reached up and removed the mask.
She blinked her eyes rapidly, willing them to see something else, but the image remained and would, of this she was sure, be embedded forever in her memories.
She was staring up at an exact likeness of her son, of William. Except somewhere deep down inside, she knew this was no doppelganger, that this was her son... come back to haunt her.
It was the only way everything could be explained, the only way he could know so much about her and him. The only way her feelings of closeness toward him, of never really seriously thinking he would hurt her, could be explained.
Gail tried to pull back, tried to get his large cock filling her mouth out, but he quickly reached down, aggressively holding her head in place while harshly whispering, "You promised Mommy to keep sucking on it and mommies never break their promises... especially to their little boys."
Trapped by her promise, pressured to perform by his words, Gail stop fighting and began sucking on his cock again... vigorously.
Her head flew up and down the shaft as an utter feeling of dream likeness overtook her. Here she was, hands cuffed securely behind her back, on her knees, in the middle of the night, in the middle of her bedroom floor, sucking on her son's huge cock. And oh yeah, her son was a ghost... let's not forget that little inconvenient fact.
What happened next was a wild incredible blur of sexual depravity.
First, after allowing her to suck greedily on his cock for another long minute or so, he suddenly yanked his cock out of her mouth.
"I need you... now, Mommy," he whispered harshly before reaching down and picking her up.
"Please William stop... we have to talk about this!!"
Ignoring her plea to talk, he reached down before savagely ripping the panties off of her.
Again she tried to protest as he half carried, half manhandled his naked mother over to the vanity table.
"William stop... you can't do this," she whined.
He first plopped himself down on the bench and then, as if she was as light as a feather, he lifted her up, under her arms.
Gail was too shocked to fight what was happening other than with a few more cries for him to, "Please stop."
He ignored her protests as he carefully lowered her downward.
Her eyes looked up, they were facing the vanity's mirror, watching as he slowly continued to lower her downward.
In a tiny voice, coming out in a mere whisper, she continued to whine, "Please... please stop baby... you... you can't do this..."
"You can't... do... thi--"
Her latest protest was cut short when she felt the first gentle tickling of the head of his cock, just piercing her, as he lowered her downward and onto his hard manhood as it jutted upwards.
Then her whole world was turned upside down as he suddenly propelled his hips upward while using his firm grip around her sides to propel her downward... at the exact same time.
His huge cock being buried so suddenly, and so deeply, inside of her caused Gail to let out a loud whimper.
"Oh God," she just had time to whisper before he went from zero to sixty in fucking his mommy in no time flat.
Using her powerful arms, he propelled her up and down, slamming her down onto his cock before pulling her up again, only to slam her down once more. He did this in quick succession a good dozen times as her whimpers turned into one long anguished moan.
The utterly helpless Gail opened her eyes then, watching in the mirror as he propelled her up and down, over and over again, watching as her sizable breasts bounced joyfully up and down from the impact of the hard fucking he was giving her.
Gail, never, ever, had been fucked like this before with such fierce passion that it nearly took her breath away. She found her breath coming in short pants, even as he slowed down a bit.
"Oh God, William... what are you doing to me," she gasped as he slowed down his runaway passion for her, allowing her to finally speak.
"I am going to make you come so hard," he breathed in her ear before beginning to shower her neck with passionate kisses.
He found the exact spot on her neck, the one that turned her into jelly, attacking it with reckless abandon as he gradually began to fuck her harder.
Gail could no longer contain herself as her true feelings finally bubbled to the surface. "Oh God baby... that's it... you are fucking mommy so good... fuck her harder... make me come."
William obliged her as he started to rock upwards and into her with a greater urgency.
She twisted her mouth around and as they exchanged several fiery kisses the passionate storm of forbidden pleasure finally reached its crescendo.
Using his firm grip, this time around her hips, he propelled his mother up and down, burying his cock deep with each mighty thrust while making her whimper with forbidden pleasure.
"Watch yourself come, Mommy," he whispered urgently in her ear.
Her eyes flew open as she stared back at herself in the mirror. She was on the edge of a mighty climax and as he slammed his cock up and inside of her a good half dozen times in quick succession, making her tits bounce up and down ever more joyfully as she came... hard.
Gail was not shy in letting the world know this little fact as she wailed to the heavens, loudly, "Oh God baby... mommy is... commming."
William, mere seconds, grunted loudly before releasing a huge load of cum deep inside of her.
He smiled at her smugly, as he quickly undid the tightly knotted scarf binding her hands together.
"William I--"
He cut her off with a soft kiss before scooping her up and carrying her over to her bed.
"William please..."
"Shhh, Mommy and listen."
After getting her over to the bed, he pulled the covers back before gently setting her down and arranging the covers over her.
Gail, drunk and tired, and still somewhat dazed, allowed him to basically tuck her under the covers of her bed.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "You will only remember this as a vivid dream, Mom."
"But I--"
Again, he cut her off with a kiss before pulling back. "Just a dream, Mom... say it."
She hesitated before whispering, "Yes just a dream, baby."
"That is how you shall remember this night... with me coming inside of you... it was just a dream... until... you know otherwise sometime in the near future.
She wanted to ask what that meant but was simply too tired, too exhausted, all the wine she drank had finally caught up with her. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her on the cheek, one last time, but not before muttering under her breath, "Yes, until I know otherwise."