After fairly dashing across the living room, he took hold of the gigantic pillow chair, it measured approximately six feet wide and was just over four feet tall, while weighing close to ninety five pounds, and dragged it the few feet across the room positioning it directly in front of the fireplace. The huge pillow chair was about as comfortable as any bed filled as it was with its premium shredded durafoam and would be perfect for what she had in mind.
While Bobby wrestled the pillow chair into place, Gail picked up her phone and set the alarm to go off at 11:56 pm.
They both climbed onto the large pillow chair before snuggling down in its incredible comfort under the warm quilt. They were both reclining on their sides, facing one another, when Gail pulled him into her embrace whispering. "Let's spend a minute sharing some more kisses and if you want you can play with your mommy's boobies some more."
He barely had time to murmur a quiet yes before she attacked his mouth with a series of desperate kisses. Both of their tongues slipped out, twisting and turning as he brought his hands up to fondle her tits some more. As she carefully pushed her tongue deep in his mouth, his fingers found her sensitive nipples and started to play with them through the material of her bra making her squirm with quiet anticipation from what she was about to offer him.
11:56 pm
Their little kissing and fondling session carried on until her phone started to buzz. Breaking the kiss off, she reached out, grabbing her phone from where she left it sitting on the floor next to the rug and turned the alarm off.
"Now sweetie you need to hurry and get strip your underwear off OK because when I start to cuddle you in my arms at midnight its important mommy feels her baby's bare skin next to hers and since I know you are shy, I will just close my eyes and not look as you take them off, but hurry. We haven't much time. "
She closed her eyes, her excitement growing as she imagined him quickly ripping off his underwear.
She gave him ten seconds or so before opening her eyes. Gail blinked. Was it a trick of the soft light emitted by the dying flames in the fireplace or maybe was it the dancing shadows playing tricks with her eyes? Or the liberal amount of champagne she consumed but for just a passing second, in the diffused light she could have sworn he had a clever, knowing look on his face.
Gone totally was all of his earlier innocence. Instead, it seemed almost as if he was smirking at her. Like he had her fooled or something, but then it quickly passed with his earlier innocence returning.
But what did not pass was her feeling she was maybe dealing with forces here she did not fully understand. Considering she was interacting with the twin spirit of her dead anything was possible. She suddenly wanted to grab him and question him about everything while ignoring the warning about midnight.
She was on the verge of doing just that when he whispered, in a voice so low she could barely hear him, "Please don't let me die alone and cold again, Mommy. I need your loving warmth."
She caved. Pulling him into warm embrace, she brought her mouth to his ear. "Never baby, never . . ." She brought both her hands up to the side of his cute little face saying, "Do you know what your mommy wants to share with her little sweetheart?"
He shook his head no as he pulled the quilt around his naked body tighter.
She rose up onto her knees next to him. Reaching around to her back, she quickly undid her bra before leisurely sliding it down and off her boobs while loving the way his eyes were absolutely riveted to her chest.
After she slipped the bra off her breasts, tossing it aside casually, she turned back to him whispering, "This is what mommy wants to share with her little baby Bobby . . . for the rest of the night."
Looking up at her, his face radiating with the youthful innocence of an absolute angel, he whispered, "Her boobies . . . really . . . She does . . . for real?" The eagerness in his voice was more than a little apparent as Gail let out a sigh of relief. That look, that smirking, knowing look of his, the one revealed to her earlier, if only ever so briefly and shaken her so badly, was showing no signs of returning, enabling her to relax.
"Yes, really sweetheart but only if you like them?" She smoothed a loose strand of his wild hair away from his face, "I mean, do you think your mommy has pretty boobies?"
"God yes," he whispered, "they are beautiful."
Midnight
The old clock began to chime downstairs. Gail snuggled up next to her son twisting herself around so his head was nestled in the crook of her arm. She looked down and smiled at him. Touching his face lightly, she let the love she felt for him wash over her, filling her heart, as she whispered, "It's been a long time since you have suckled on your mommy's boobies, Bobby."
He said nothing only blinking his eyes up at her before they flickered back down to her exposed chest.
As the clock continued to chime she whispered again, "Now close your eyes, and open your mouth baby boy. Mommy wants to give her love to you."
He obeyed; closing his eyes and opening his mouth. Gail, her pulse racing, arched her back slightly while using one hand to tilt his head forward, allowing her fully erect nipple to slip inside his warm mouth.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she felt him began to tentatively suckle on her nipple as the old clock chimed over and over again until finally it fell silent.
She let out another sigh of relief, more pronounced this time as he was still there. She expected he might disappear after she--hopefully-- was successful in fulfilling her challenge.
Reaching down, she stroked the soft tufts of his hair whispering, "Don't be shy baby suckle on your mommy's boobie."
Her soft encouragement seemed to work as Bobby's tongue lashed out lathering her distended nipple with tender loving care. "Oh God that's it baby," she murmured to herself.
Opening his mouth wider, maybe warming to the task at hand, Bobby suckled his mommy's tit deep in his mouth causing her to squirm against the soft pillow. After a few glorious seconds she used one hand nudging him to her other breast as she whispered, "You are doing such a good job baby. Try sucking on the other one please. It wants some attention too."
She didn't have to ask twice, as he happily switched his attention to her other ripe nipple. He latched onto it with such loving kindness that Gail was soon moaning with unabashed pleasure as he drank from her sumptuous well of lovely tit flesh.
The next few minutes passed blissfully for Gail while her baby suckled contentedly on his mommy's boobies filling both of their hearts with so much love.
Finally, after allowing him an inordinate amount of time to suck on her tits, she guided his face up to hers. They kissed, lovingly, while exchanging whispered vows of love to one another.
After the brief fiery exchange of kisses, she felt his face sliding back down. "Hmm, my baby wants to suckle on his mommy's boobies some more I think?"
"Yes Mommy, your baby Bobby needs more of your love."
Again she became lost in a world of forbidden pleasure as she closed her eyes while thrusting her chest out allowing him full access to her perfect 34 inch, D cup tits.
After some time, she could not have rightly guessed how long, such was her disconnect with reality by now, Bobby pulled his mouth away from her chest.
Gail eyes flickered open. He was staring at her. "What is it hon, what do you want?"
"I . . . I want to play some more . . . with your boobies."
"Hmm, you do, well . . . of course you can baby. Here . . ." she reached out and took both of his hands into hers before pressing them up against her chest.
"There you go, sweetheart you can feel their soft touch again. Go ahead and play with them as much as your little heart desires."
"OK Mommy lay back and close your eyes," he told her.
Gail followed his instructions as she sank back into the comfortable pillow chair. Before closing her eyes, the last thing she observed was her son rising up onto his knees-- with a look of such utter joyful anticipation on his darling little face.
Gail let out a long sigh as she felt his fingers softly flickering across both her nipples at the same time, making them come fully erect in a mere manner of seconds.
"Does that feel good, Mommy," he asked sweetly, "Your little boy playing with your nipples."
"Oh God yes baby. Mommy's nipples are very sensitive so you have to be careful though."
"OK Mommy," he happily replied. Using his thumbs, he playfully batted at her rigid nipples before switching to a gentle fondling of her breasts. He swapped back and forth between the playful batting of her nipples, and his tender squeezes for a gloriously long time, getting Gail all worked up to the point where she was on the verge of losing control. By now her poor pussy was on fire with forbidden desire and was aching for some much needed attention.
As if Bobby was reading her very mind, he whispered to her while continuing to fondle her tits, "Mommy can I play with your kitty cat too?"
Feeling playful herself, Gail decided to tease him a bit just to see how he might react. "You mean Felix, sweetheart," she whispered back to him knowing damn well he wasn't talking about their pet cat.
"No, Mommy your other kitty cat." he said aloud before moving his mouth to her ear and whispering, "You know . . . the one between your legs."
"Oh that one," she said, "Hmm, well, honey I don't know if that would be such a good idea," she said to him teasingly. "I mean what if someone . . . found out."
He cut her protests off by bringing his mouth to hers. He began kissing her lightly over and over again, accenting each kiss with a "pretty please, can I play with it. I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret."
"OK, OK, baby if you really wanna play with your mommy's kitty cat you can, but you going to have to be the one to take her panties off as I am just too lazy to move right now."
"OK," he said.
She watched, her excitement growing, as Bobby, still being shy with the quilt wrapped around his naked body, moved down. Looking up at her, he smiled when he caught her watching. Ever so slowly he pulled her panties down and off her body before tossing them carelessly aside.
Fully naked now, Gail watched as Bobby was staring at her naked body with rapturous wonder with his gaze fixed firmly between her legs. Maybe he was surprised to see Gail was old school in she didn't shave her pubic hair, choosing instead to keep it neatly trimmed.
Raising up on her elbows to watch her son, Gail whispered. "Go on baby, don't be shy. You can play with mommy's kitty cat. If you are really nice to it and stroke it softly maybe you can make it purr huh?"
"I'll try Mommy," he said before reaching down between his legs with one hand. Deliberately, he stroked the soft blond tufts of hair covering Gail's pussy as he looked up at her with an innocent smile, "Nice kitty cat. Its fur is soft Mommy and I like petting it."
"You do baby?" she asked in a hoarse voice full of pent up desire.
"Yes, but how do I make it purr? Can you show me?"
Raising herself up into a sitting position she told him. "Now listen to Mommy and do what she says OK?"
"Yes," Bobby replied with a keen eagerness like someone who was about ready to play with a new favorite toy.
"First, it helps if you get two of your fingers nice and wet. Give me your index and middle fingers honey."
Smiling at him, she carefully sucked each of them into her mouth getting them nice and wet before guiding them down and in between her legs.
"Now start petting mommy's kitty cat nice and soft like before hon using those two fingers."
She spread her legs wider allowing him full access as he carefully used his fingers to stroke the tufts of hair around her vagina.
"Now feel around hon with your two fingers until you find your mommy's wet little hole and then just slide your fingers up and inside of her. Here, let me help you and once you are inside you can just slide your fingers in and out, nice and slow and then faster sometimes."
She wrapped her hand around his, directing his fingers to the opening of her moist cunt-- without actually entering it-- as she whispered, "This is where if you really want to make Mommy's kitty purr you need to concentrate hard on your petting and stroking of her kitty cat, hon. You think you can remember on your own after I let go of your fingers."
"Yes, Mommy," he said. "I'll remember."
"And one more trick to make Mommy's kitty purr is here baby . . ." She held her hand up before wiggling her thumb. "Use one of your thumbs to touch mommy here." She first pointed to her clit before guiding his index finger to it, allowing him to touch it briefly before she pulled his finger away.
"Now remember this baby . . . what I just showed you is the kitty cat's secret love button. I mean she just loves to be stroked and petted there and if you do it nice and slow and gentle, applying just a bit of pressure, you will really make mommy's pussy purr, sweetheart."
Again he answered with a simple, "OK Mommy," using that sweet childlike voice so full of innocence that was actually turning her on all the more as she patiently played her role of teacher.
"Are you ready to play with Mommy's kitty on your own now honey?" she asked desperately hoping he would say yes.
"I just have one more question Mommy."
"OK, go ahead and ask sweetheart."
Looking up at her, the expression on his face was one of total innocence, melting her heart and setting her world on fire, he asked his question. On the surface, his question would have seemed abundantly silly, but somehow it fit perfectly into the way things were progressing thus far.
"Will your pussy cat down there really purr just like Felix when I used to pet him," he asked.
Before answering she squeezed his hand tight. "Actually, instead of the purring, you will hear Mommy began to moan louder and louder and that's when you know you are doing good baby and making her kitty cat purr with pleasure . . . OK?"
Releasing his hand, she whispered, "Now you try playing on your own baby. Just remember be gentle and listen for your mommy to begin to moan a bit. I'm going to just lay back and relax and let you have your playtime. OK sweetheart?"
"Yes, OK," Bobby replied.
The last thing Gail witnessed before closing her eyes and falling back on the pillow was Bobby, an intently serious express on his innocent face, raised up on his knees and facing her, while leaning forward to stare fixedly down, and in between her legs, as he brought his two fingers up to his mouth.
Gail felt Bobby once again stroking the soft tufts of her pubic hair as he whispered, in the sweetest and cutest of voices, "Nice little kitty cat, I'm going to make you purr."
Resisting the urge to giggle, Gail instead whispered to her son, "You like petting mommy's kitty cat baby. Her hair is nice and soft huh. You know your mommy uses a special oil to make the kitty's fur down there nice and soft."
"Yes, I like petting kitty, Mommy." As he continued to stroke her hair softly, his voice suddenly turned serious. "You don't let anyone else play with your kitty cat or even touch it at all . . . do you?"
"No, of course not, baby," she answered truthfully.
"What about you Mommy," he asked again using that same serious voice, "have you played with your kitty cat yourself since I have been gone."
"No honey, I haven't. Mommy has been saving her kitty cat for you and you alone to play with."
"Good," he said in a voice appreciably softer now that he was reassured his mommy had been so very good and chaste, saving herself just for him.
After a few more of his delicate, maddening strokes, Gail let out a soft moan as she felt the first of his fingers slide up and inside of her. "Does that feel good Mommy? Does kitty like that?"
"She d-does . . . a lot," Gail said her words catching in her throat as Bobby began to keenly work his finger in and out of her pussy with increased confidence.
Spreading her legs a bit wider, as an invitation to her son he should explore a bit deeper beyond her sparse jungle of pubic hair, Gail sighed as Bobby carefully inserted a second finger up and inside of her.
"Wow Mommy you kitty cat feels nice and warm and wet," Bobby cried enthusiastically.
The sex starved Gail's only response was another quiet moan, which only grew louder as Bobby's thumb found her clit. Applying the lightest of pressure, he began to rotate his thumb gently around in a circle against it as his fingers continued to slip in and out of her now soaking wet pussy.
He increased the speed of his fingers sliding in and out of her, just as he increased, by gradual bounds, the pressure he was applying to her clit with his playful thumb, causing Gail to start to squirm all over the pillow chair with her moans of pleasure increasing in intensity.
"This is fun, Mommy . . . playing with kitty and I'm doing good making her purr real nice huh?"
"Yes you are baby, but if you really want to make her purr maybe you could try giving her some sweet kisses."
"Really kitty likes kisses?" he asked as he pulled his hands away.
"Yes all over but especially on her secret spot where your thumb is at. There she likes to be petted there with a tongue. You want to try honey?"
Of course she knew his an answer as Bobby was already positioning himself between her legs. Gail raised up for a moment to watch as her son lowered his mouth slowly between her legs.
Closing her eyes again while falling back onto the pillow, Gail spread her legs wider as Bobby went to work. His tongue lapped at her clit with a delicate precision causing her to whimper with unabashed pleasure, especially as he added a finger to the mix, moving it in and out of her with a varying speeds.
Gail couldn't help herself as she cried out, losing any sense of decorum, "Oh honey that's it, eat mommy's pussy please don't stop . . . make me come. Please baby."
Her words seemed to egg him on as his tongue slithered all around, exploring every inch of her wet pussy before returning to attack her clit with renewed vigor causing poor Gail to begin to shake.
Her orgasm was rushing home as his tongue lapped faster around her clit, before slowing down by gradual degrees, only to pick up speed again. He seemed to know exactly what she liked and how she liked it. Using both fingers, he worked them in and out of her cunt faster now as Gail began to whine.
"Oh God baby, Mommy is . . . Mommy is coming."
Shaking all over, Gail let out a loud wail while tangling her fingers in his hair as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her in wave after wave.
"Did I do good Mommy," he said looking up at her.
"Come here, baby and give Mommy a kiss," she said holding her hands out to him.
Surprisingly, he ignored her hands and instead began to sniffle a bit. It almost seemed as if he was on the verge of tears. He sniffled again, and then the tears began to flow. If he was acting, he deserved an academy award.
"What is it? Why is my baby crying? Tell Mommy." she asked as she squeezed him against her.
"It hurts, Mommy," was his simple reply.
"Where baby?"
"Lots of places. Can you make it stop please?"
"I can try baby. Do you want me to go grab some medicine maybe?"
"No, no medicine. Mommy do you remember when I was little and I fell off my bike that one time and scrapped my knee. You kissed it and made it all better, and then there was the time I fell out of the tree and hurt my shoulder and arm and you kissed them both and made it all better. Do your kisses still have magic to make the pain go away?"She smiled at him before answering, "Of course they do, baby. Everyone knows a mommy's kisses are the best medicine in the whole world for hurt little boys and even grown up boys like yourself too."
"Then that is the medicine I want. Can I have some? Please."
"Of course, baby, of course," she whispered, "Now just show mommy where it hurts so she can apply some of her magical kisses."
He first pointed to his lips.
"Really baby your lips are hurting?"
"Yes Mommy, they ache for more of your loving kisses."
"Oh Bobby that is so sweet," Gail said as she lowered her mouth to his. They kissed- for God only knows how long-- with the soft sound of their lips smacking together filling the living room. Their tongues took turns slipping out and carefully exploring, over and over again, before finally Gail pulled back.
"There all better baby or do they still ache for more kisses?"
"All better, Mommy . . . for now," he quietly answered.
"So where else does it hurt?"
He pointed to his chest whispering, "My heart aches for your gentle kisses, Mommy."
"Hmm, so it does. Lay back then and close your eyes and I will give that heart of yours some loving attention."
After pulling the quilt down just enough to uncover his bare chest, Gail proceeded to lather the entirety of her son's chest with dozens of light kisses before she raised up asking, "Where else does it hurt hon?"
He pointed lower, to his tummy whispering, "My love for you is so intense it gives me the butterflies and makes my tummy ache, Mommy."
"Well let's see if she can fix that."
She pulled the quilt down further until his tummy was fully exposed. Lowering her mouth, she lathered his tummy with kiss after kiss, her excitement mounting, as she had a growing feeling her kisses would somehow not be stopping at his tummy.
"All better?" she asked quietly after raising up.
He was looking at her intensely and again, was it the trick of the shadows or was he using that dark power he spoke of earlier to subtly change his appearance as he looked younger and more innocent than ever to her while sitting there smiling sweetly.
"Yes my tummy is all better but . . ." He stopped shyly looking away.
Reaching up she turned his face back to her. "Go on baby, tell Mommy, where else does it hurt baby?"
Dropping his voice to the smallest of whispers where she could barely hear him he said, "Down there, it's hard Mommy, really hard and it hurts. Can you give me kisses there?"
Gail's heart nearly stopped. Although she had half expected this, to hear him come out and whisper it, to suggest it so sweetly and innocently, was another thing.
When she hesitated unsure of taking this step he started to whine. "Please Mommy."
"I want to make you feel better honey, but I mean if anyone found out mommy was kissing her grown up little boy . . . down there . . . she would be in lots of trouble."
"Please Mommy, pretty please," he whined. "It will be our secret. I won't tell anyone. It's never been that hard before and it hurts real badly, Mommy. Pretty please can't you give me kisses there?"
"I don't know. I mean . . ." She was, of course, only testing him to see how he would react as she knew damn well she would be sucking on that cock of his before too long.
"Never mind," he said turning away before starting to sniffle.
She watched him pull the quilt back up to his chin as the tears started to slip out of his eyes. After he turned his back on her, Gail reached out and snuggled him into her arms. She held him tight for a few moments before carefully turning him around. His face was stained with tears breaking her heart.
"Shhh baby, Mommy will do it, OK, here let me show you." She first showered his face with dozens of light kisses, kissing his tears away before her mouth slipped down.
She patiently kissed her way down and across his chest, pulling the quilt down as she went. Reaching his tummy, she inundated it with dozens of kisses while the anticipation of where she about to kiss him grew in her heart.
She raised up, taking a deep breath. Glancing up at him, she observed he was lying back with his eyes shut. She turned her attention back to the quilt and slowly began to peel it downward.
At this point, Gail, wanting to maintain some semblance of innocence between them, only planned on giving his throbbing cock a few light delicate kisses, up and down, hoping he would then say, "all better", after which she would cuddle him in his arms and they would fall asleep. At the worst, she imagined him maybe wanting to suckle on her boobies some more before slipping off to sleep.
But then she got a look behind the curtain at Oz . . . or in this case, under the blanket.
"Oh my God . . ." Gail whispered as she pulled the quilt down. His cock was huge with a capital H and throbbing with hardness. As she stared at it, her mouthwatering, she whispered over and over again. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." It was all she could think to say.
"Here Mommy maybe this will help." He handed her a small bottle. Looking at the title she smiled. Delicious Encounter Lubricant Strawberry. He knew she loved strawberries. She wondered briefly where he might have got the lube, before deciding it was not so important considering the unknown and dark forces she was dealing with tonight.
She was beginning to think he knew exactly what she wanted--always--as was able to produce it for her . . . just like that. This indeed was one powerfully wicked entity she was dealing with.
After dumping a generous amount of the lube on her hands, she would need a generous amount considering his size, Gail very carefully moved her hands to his twitching cock. She wrapped one hand around it whispering under her breath, "Jesus, you are hard baby."
She glanced up at him to find him eagerly watching. With deliberate care she moved her hand up and down several times before moving her other hand to delicately cup his testicles. "Oh Mommy, that feels so good," she heard him whisper as she deliberately positioned herself to apply her "magic kisses".
She took one last look up at him--his face glowed yet again-- with an adorable purity and innocence, standing in direct contrast to what she was about to do.
Gail let her tongue slip out and delicately lap up and down this long, hard shaft before she bathed it with kisses. After placing the last of her delicate kisses near the base of his erect penis, she remembered her earlier oath to do nothing more than this.
She was actually started to pull away when he reached out whispering, "Please Mommy it still hurts. Can't you put it in your mouth and make the pain go away. Pleaseeee . . ."
He might have been a schoolboy whining for another cookie at this point, instead of an eighteen old man, begging for his mother to put his cock in her mouth. She was torn, not knowing what to do, when he made it a moot point when she felt him slip one hand around the back of her head and begin to carefully force her mouth down while whispering, "Please Mommy, pretty please . . . make the pain go away."
She gave in . . . yet again to his, or was it her, wicked desires.
The lube tasted out of this world delicious, making her craving for his cock grow ever stronger. Very methodically, Gail brushed her tongue up and down the entirety of his cock which she estimated must have been a good nine inches long.
He was starting to moan audibly as she reached the base of his massive tower. She pulled back for a quick moment to catch her breath before she brought her mouth up to the tip of his penis. Closing her eyes and opening her mouth wide, she proceeded to gradually swallow, inch by massive inch, his erect cock.
She has almost swallowed the monster whole when her gag reflex kicked in forcing her mouth back up. Knowing the limits now of just how much of this monster she could take, Gail went to work.
Up and down, faster, her mouth went as Bobby whispered encouragement to her, "Oh that's it Mommy take all of my big cock . . . please Mommy swallow it all. Ohh that feels so good . . . please don't stop."
Reaching the tip of his penis again she withdrew her mouth slightly as she let her tongue go to work. It slithered out, lathering the tip of his cock with dozens of soft delicate licks. She twisted her tongue around to the sensitive underside, curious to see just how much moaning she could elicit out of her innocent young son before he finally exploded.
Flickering her tongue around, faster and faster, just under the tip had him squirming mightily as she wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke him up and down.
Opening her mouth wide again, she swallowed a good half of his length before moving back up. Gradually picking up steam, she did this over and over again, until he was whimpering just as she hoped for.
"Oh God Mommy I am . . . I'm--"
She pulled her mouth clear just by a bare inch or two letting it hover just above the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke him faster now. "Oh that's it baby . . . Mommy wants you to come for her . . . please baby."
Bringing one hand up, she jiggled his balls again, as her tongue lashed the tip of his penis three or four more times. She pulled her mouth clear again, once more, while whispering more encouragement to him. "Come baby, please, Mommy wants you to come for her. Please--"
She had just closed her eyes, and was opening her mouth, meaning to swallow him again, when his cock exploded in a mighty volcanic eruption. She felt a warm load of cum hit her cheek, just barely missing her eye, and then another mighty spasm brought a second geyser of cum to coat her lips.
She held her face in place, mere inches from the tip of his cock, offering it up as target practice, as more cum spouted out, soaking her other cheek, and then unbelievably, a fourth fountain of cum squirted out of his still spasming cock. This last bit coated her nose and her forehead with fresh cum.
Gail lifted her face up, almost afraid to open her eyes but when she heard him start to giggle she did finally open them. He was pointing at her, still giggling, before he said, "Mommy you got my sticky stuff all over your face."
"Yes, I do baby and Mommy is glad you find it so amusing. Now I think I better go get cleaned up."
After wrapping the quilt around her naked body, she hurried off upstairs to her bedroom.
Once inside her bathroom, she closed the door and leaned back against it. She was shaking. Everything was hitting her at once now, but especially the way he subtly changed his appearance to make himself look younger, sweeter and more innocent which, of course, only made it easier for her to accept the way he so sweetly talked her into putting that monster of a cock inside her mouth, and finally, the absolute amount of sperm he coated his face with when he came.
Yet, as she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her cum soaked face, she was both excited and scared all at once.
After cleaning her face off with a wet wash cloth, she headed back downstairs, extremely curious to see if he would still be there.
She was sure he would be there because as she descended the stairs a sudden thought hit her with a fierce clarity making her shiver: he isn't done with me for the night. Somehow, she knew this as she whispered to herself, "No I don't imagine he is done with me . . . not by a long shot."
Entering the den, she looked around; he was there alright but not the he as in Bobby, but instead sitting there casually on the sofa, dressed in a pair of faded Levi's and dark tee shirt was William.
Before she could speak he motioned for her to come sit next to him. After she plopped down on the sofa next to him, he snaked an arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer to him. Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered to her, "I have a surprise for you Mom, but you need to take a short nap, giving me time to prepare it."
"Hmm, that is nice but I am not so sure if I can sleep now . . . I mean it been a pretty exciting night and I really hope I passed my first challenge."
"Oh you did. Ali is very happy. So happy he has decided to reward you with the nice surprise I just mentioned."
"That is nice, him wanting to reward me with a surprise but really hon, I . . . I mean you just got here now and I wanna see you. Spend some time with you, I don't wanna go to sleep."
"I know but you must. It's what Ali wants and besides, like I said, I need time to prepare your surprise."
"This will help. Take it and drink it down quickly."
He pushed a glass of what looked to be red wine in her hand again.
"I don't really need any more to drink as I--"
Her protest of how she really didn't need any more to drink was cut short when he interrupted her. "You must and you do. There is a special potion in this drink, it's not wine, but a juice of sorts, prepared and given to me by Ali that shall make you forget everything that has happened thus far over the past roughly year and half. When you wake up it will be as if you were transported back to a mere four months after I died."
"But why honey. I mean the memories I have over the past, well almost two years, yeah, some of them have been scary but some of them have been really good too. You know what I mean?"
"His reasoning is simple. Eighteen months ago you were at your apex of grieving for me which means me coming back to you at that precise moment would bring you the most joy and, of course, make you very needy in wanting attention from me, and very willing to give me attention and that is the way Ali and me want it."
"In other words, I will be at my most vulnerable and as I recall four months after you . . . died I still was not really believing you were coming back to me. At that point, as I remember you were not in contact with me much."
"Exactly, so not only will you be feeling vulnerable but you will, most likely, feel a bit scared when contact is made. Scared and surprised all at once which is exactly the how Ali wants you to feel. It will increase the intensity of the moment he says for both of us."
"But honey I have had a lot to drink tonight and just feel, you know, sluggish so I'm afraid I won't be as maybe as giving as you hope."
"Don't worry about that. He also added something to your juice to wipe out all the effects of the previously alcohol you have consumed tonight. You will be as sober as a judge when you wake up. Trust me."
"And I will believe, I mean, truly believe it's been only four months since you passed away after I wake up. What if I stumble into the kitchen and see the calendar or look at my phone and the date pops up?"
"Yes, you shall believe that truly and you won't be going into the kitchen because as soon as you wake up from your little nap you will be heading upstairs to your bedroom and will be there for the remainder of the night. Now as for your phone, for now it's missing. The effect of your memory loss will fade by morning so no need to worry about getting confused."
"Well I guess you have thought of everything."
"We have. Now drink your juice or no surprise."
Gail gulped the juice down with its fantastic potion. She wanted her surprise.
Almost immediately, she felt extremely drowsy. He helped her settle down on the sofa, adding a blanket he retrieved from the hallway closet to the quilt still wrapped around her body.
Leaning over her, he whispered some final words in her ear before she slipped off to sleep. "When you wake up later tonight, the house will be cold and dark, don't bother with the lights, they won't work. Your surprise will be waiting for you . . . just follow the path. It will be there at the end. These whispered words will be embedded in your memory but you won't remember them being spoken by me."
She wanted to inquire further, what did he mean path, but was simply too tired. In less than a minute she had slipped into the dark abyss of sleep.
Gail woke up sometime later and as promised, the house was cold and dark.
Sluggishly, she sat up. She must have fallen asleep on the sofa. She couldn't focus. Since her William passed away just four months ago she found it difficult to sleep and was always nodding off on the sofa.
Gail sighed. As always first thing after waking up, the sadness washed over her. She missed her William terribly. She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes just before spotting the flickering candle.
It was sitting a good fifteen feet away on the floor near the entrance of the den. Standing up, Gail spied another candle just past the first one just outside of the entrance to the den.
She wrapped the quilt tighter around her naked body wondering why there was lit candles sitting on the middle of the floor. She tried to click on the lamp on the table next to the sofa. Nothing.
Looking past the den and upstairs, she noticed it was dark also. The power in the whole house must have been out as she always left, at the very least, a few lights on upstairs.
Sighing, she headed off in the direction of the two flickering candles. After exiting the den, she noticed a line of lit candles spaced out along the floor heading across the living room and toward the stairs.
"What the heck is this," she mumbled to herself. Is someone playing tricks on me?
She followed the flickering candles, up the stairs, there was three total, one on the bottom step, one sitting on one of the middle steps, and a final one at the top step. Upon reaching the upstairs hallway, she realized how the path of lighted candles led straight into her bedroom.
Intrigued, and maybe a little afraid, Gail followed the path of candles down to her bedroom.
The house was deathly silent and bitterly cold. The furnace must be out also on this cold early December evening. Pulling the blanket tighter around her body, she followed the burning path down the hallway and into her bedroom.
The tea light candles, spaced out about five feet apart, now led across her bedroom and into the bathroom. The door was half open allowing her to peek inside when she got to the doorway.
The entire bathroom, was cast entirety in candle light with dozens of tea light candles covering the counter top and another half dozen spaced around the tile edges of her large sunken circular tub.
Along the top of the water, a thick layer of white fluffy bubbles rose along with a fair amount of steam.
"I guess I am taking a late bubble bath," she mumbled to herself as she moved across the bathroom toward the tub.
She stood next to the tub, almost transfixed by the hot steam rising from the tub, her hand on the blanket, ready to strip it off when she hesitated. Should she actually do this? For some time now, weeks anyways she had the feeling of being watched, especially when she got undressed in the evening which led her to the very hopeful, and somewhat scary conclusion, maybe she was being visited by her deceased son.
And now this? What if this was his doing somehow. It seemed incredible, yet someone, not her, obviously went through a lot of trouble leading her up to this very spot. Maybe it was a trap and she was about to step in it.
Gail stood there, contemplating what to do, when, abruptly, the bathroom went dark. All the candles, as one collective unit, went out at the exact same time.
Left alone in the dark, Gail felt a cold chill crawling up her spine when she heard a noise behind her. It was the soft pitter patter of bare feet on the tile bathroom floor coming up behind her. Suddenly, violently even, the blanket was ripped away from her, followed by more footsteps running away from her. The bathroom door, she had left it open, slammed shut.
Shivering, Gail crossed the dark bathroom, toward the door. Reaching it, she twisted the knob. It was stuck, the door would not open. Her fingers found the knob lock and pushed it in and out several times assuring it was not locked.
She tried to wrench the door open again. No good. Apparently she was trapped, naked, in the cold dark bathroom. Before she could figure out what to do, on the bathroom counter, a single candle flared to life, illuminating the glass of champagne sitting there next to it.
Gail stared at the glass of champagne. It sat there, almost glowing it seemed, in the near darkness of the bathroom. Surely it was a sign. She could ignore it of course, but at what cost? On the other hand, champagne made her as randy as a bobcat in heat. Dare she drink it?
Amazingly enough, bit by bit the flute of champagne began to move, all by itself, toward the edge of the counter. Within mere seconds it would fall and smash on the hard tiled floor of the bathroom.
At the last possible moment, Gail snatched up the flute just as it was teetering the edge of the counter. Bringing the flute to her lips, she drained it in three quick gulps.
No sooner had she sat the flute back down on the counter, than the first candle went dark, and a second one flickered to life on the opposite end of the bathroom counter. This candle, as had the first one, illuminated another flute full of champagne.
Impulsively, before this one could start to move magically on its own, Gail snatched it up, draining it greedily down in two long gulps.
Her fate sealed, Gail weaved her way drunkenly across the utterly cold bathroom to her sunken tub. She desperately needed the warmth the beckoning tub full of warm water was offering. Hopping into the tub, she slid under the bubbles into the water. Wonderfully, it was an absolute perfect temperature, being delightfully warm, without being too hot.
She sat there, trying to fortify her nerves, for whatever might happen next. Gail was sure, absolutely and perfectly sure, she would not be alone for too terribly long. Maybe it was wishful thinking caused by all of her grieving over the past four months, but she was sure her visitor would be none other than William.
After a long minute with nothing happening, Gail sighed before picking up the warm, wet washcloth placed conveniently alongside the tile surrounding the sunken tub.
Next to the wash cloth was one of her large bath towels. She picked it up, and after folding it in a neat square, placed it behind her. Reclining her head back on the towel, Gail placed the wash cloth over her eyes, while sinking further down into the warm water and soothing bubbles.
A few minutes later, she was dozing peacefully when she heard--or thought she heard--the soft pitter patter of feet crossing the bathroom floor--toward the tub. Under the washcloth, she opened her eyes.
Listening closely, while staying absolutely still, she was rewarded when she heard his voice. It was William. She almost bolted upright from the tub, but then decided it might be better to play coy for a bit--just to see what developed.
"Shhh, hurry, get undressed . . . don't wake her up." It was William's voice alright but why was he talking to himself. She couldn't fathom this.
Curious, Gail held her breath while hearing the soft thud of clothes hitting the bathroom floor. There seemed too many for one person? What happened next was astonishing unreal as she heard not one, but two separate bodies splashing down into the water next to her.
Resisting the urge to rip the washcloth off her face, Gail instead spoke softly in an unsteady whisper, "William, honey, is . . . is that you?
"Yes Mommy, it's me," he said from somewhere in front of her in the tub.
"You . . . you came back to me but . . . you're not alone?" she asked as both a question and a statement.
"Yes, I came back to you and I'm not alone. Say hi to Bobby."
"Hi Bobby," a very confused Gail whispered.
"Hi . . . are you going to be my mommy too?" The responding voice was similar, but not quite, the same as William's.
Before she could even answer, or even consider the wider implications of the question, William spoke up. "Remember how you always said you thought it might be neat to have twins? Well, now you do. I sort of split myself in two, Mommy, so you would have two of me to enjoy instead of just one."
"William, how . . . how did you do that?" She started to sit up, reaching for the wash cloth. This she had to see this, but a pair of gentle hands, one on each shoulder, pushed her back down as William whispered in her ear.
"Relax, Mommy, close your eyes again, and leave the wash cloth in place . . . for now."
Relax, yeah right, she murmured to herself. How could she hope to relax when she was in the bathtub at three am in the morning with the ghostly spirit of her dead son--and his twin? And oh by the way, the twin had never existed before so let's not forget that inconvenient little fact.
Regardless, she did as she was told, closing her eyes and settling back down against the towel.
"I have powers when I come to this realm Mommy . . . it's really all I can say. Don't ask any more questions please, just accept things as they happen. Please. Can you do that for me?"
"I . . . I will try but about your brother, your twin, that makes me scared. I mean--"
He interrupted her with what could only be described as maybe the only answer which could help put her mind to rest . . . somewhat. "Mom, you don't have to be afraid of Bobby . . . he is just like me, in every aspect, and he loves you . . . just like I do. Remember he is my twin. I made him from me."
"OK" she simply said.
"Good," William replied, before adding, "Now answer Bobby's question. Tell him you will be his mommy too . . . I mean if you want to be his mommy that is."
"I do?" she answered quietly.
Moving her mouth up close to her right ear, William whispered, "Well don't tell me, tell him. He is right on the other side of you."
Turning her head slightly to the left, Gail whispered sweetly, "Bobby, honey, I'm going to be your mommy too, sweetheart." If it wasn't the fact Gail was pretty tipsy from the two glasses of champagne she quickly polished off just bare minutes ago she probably would not be taking all this so very well.
"Good," he quickly replied, "and maybe I was hoping you would grant me a birthday wish."
"Oh really it's your birthday, but I thought, I mean if you are William's twin you should have the same birthday."
William was the one to reply, "Well technically Mom, Bobby did not come into existence until just today since this is his first time on the other side so in that sense it would be his birthday. Don't you think?"
"I suppose you have a point, hon." Putting on a cheery front she only had to slightly force, Gail turned toward him saying, "OK so we should celebrate then. What is your birthday wish sweetheart?"
"Wait Bobby, before you tell her let me whisper something in her ear," William said snuggling his mouth up close to her ear. "I want you to promise me you will act all sweet and innocent with the both of us, Mother, but with subtle hints of flirting thrown in to keep things interesting. Can you do that?"
Gail took a deep breath. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. "I can try, of course, William," Gail murmured to her son, hardly believing this could be happening, but of course, it was.
Simultaneously, they both grabbed one of her hands, carefully pulling her up to a sitting position, allowing William to slip around the back of her. As they moved her forward the washcloth fell with a plop into the soapy water.
Her eyes flew open and turning her attention to the left, she looked at her newest son, Bobby. He looked younger and sweeter than William with his soft, dimpled cheeks seeming to shine with unearthly innocence in the soft glow of the candles. His light brown hair was short and neatly trimmed, making him look younger as did his smaller stature.
Gail took another deep breath, still trying to calm her nerves, while basking in the warmth of the tub, and being surrounded by her two loving sons. She briefly thought of what must be resting under those soft bubbles-- in between their legs-- instantly making her pussy wet.
William put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently, as he whispered in her ear, "We are going to give you a night that you shall never forget, Mommy."
"Oh God, I can only imagine you are baby, but . . . you really are here . . . this . . . can't be happening, but it is. I have so many questions."
"Shhh, no questions, Mommy. Not now, maybe later but for now, you must just relax and go with the flow.
"Yeah so just lay back, relax, and let us pamper you," Bobby told her in a soft whisper. "That is my birthday wish for you to relax and let us pamper you, Mommy."
After a brief pause, where Gail considered all of her limited options, she determined the advice just given her was probably for the best. Relaxing her body, she leaned back against William as she whispered, "That is a wish easily granted, Bobby."
William's hands glided across her shoulders, kneading them softly, making it easy for her to keep her promise to relax.
She had just closed her eyes when Bobby spoke up in his adorably sweet little voice, "Mommy, can we wash you up . . . Please. We promise to do a real nice job."
The question was asked with such sweet innocence how could she say no?
Any further thoughts of saying no was wiped clean when he quietly added, "You know you can't say no as washing you up is part of our pampering you which you already agreed to let us do coz it's my birthday wish."
"I suppose the two of you washing up your mommy would be a nice way of pampering her so, yeah, go ahead boys . . . you can wash your mommy up."
"OK, then lay your head back again, put the washcloth back in place over your eyes, and relax while we take care of you," Bobby told her.
She obeyed, leaning fully back against William after draping the washcloth once more over her eyes.
They begin to wash their mother Bobby, from the front, and William from behind, sliding their dual washcloths all over, up and down her arms, her neck, her stomach, her thighs, and legs, and then finally, much to her fevered anticipation, both of their wash rags begin to converge on her chest.
First, Bobby washes up and down the soft valley of her breasts, while being extra careful, it seemed, to not touch either of tits. Meanwhile, William is running his rag over and around her breasts, coming oh so close, but not quite letting the washcloth slide up and onto them.
Gail exhales softly enjoying the attentions of the soapy rags coming oh so maddeningly close to her tits. It suddenly hits her why they are coming so close without quite getting there. They want an implicit invitation.
The two glasses of champagne left her devoid of any worries whatsoever, but more importantly, the fear once gripping her heart in their presence has now been replaced with . . . desire. Gail, impulsively, recklessly maybe, just then makes a firm and fateful decision as she swears a promise to herself: No half measures, she would go all in . . . for the balance of the night.
She made her voice as soft and soothing as possible as she extended what she felt would be a most welcome invitation to them.
"Oh, boys I think you are doing a rather poor job at washing your mommy's chest . . . hmm don't you think?"
This innocent little critical comment was all it took as she shut her eyes tighter while feeling the soapy wash rags being moved all over her tits, making Gail muse if maybe, somehow, she had died and this was heaven, such was the good feeling her two sons were giving her.
As the incredibly soft rags flicker over first one of her nipples, and then the other, making her quietly sigh, William reached around and, using both hands, cupped her nice tits.
Meanwhile, as his brother started to juggle his mom's big tits up and down in his playful hands, Bobby elicited a deep hiss out of her when he flicked her nipples back and forth playfully with one finger.
Gail was loving the attention her two boys were giving her boobies, allowing it for a few precious seconds before her keen motherly instinct told her she must dial things back a bit. She doesn't know how she knows, but she surely senses they are playing a game of sorts with her and they would prefer it if she didn't give in so easily.
Yeah, predators always like a good chase before they enjoy their kill, she thought just before she tried to put an end to their fun and games.
After she straightened up, she pulled the washcloth off her face and then, adding a sharpness to her voice to let them know she was serious, she barked at them, "I think you boys are doing more playing than washing now."
When they didn't immediately response, but instead keep playing with her boobies, Gail swatted at both their hands before barking out again, even more forcefully this time, "Your mother said enough, boys!"
"Sorry, Mommy, your boobies are just so nice and big and firm . . . we couldn't help ourselves." It was Bobby's soft, sweet voice apologizing for the combined misdeeds of the two of them.
"Well sorry guys play time is over," Gail said using her best "stern Mommy" voice.
"Ahh, Mommy," they cried out in perfect unison. "Can't we play with them just a little bit more? Please, Mommy."
She decided to continue to play coy with them . . . just to see how they might respond. "Hmm . . . I don't know babies. I mean . . . aren't you both a little old for such a thing . . . besides I don't think it's so proper at your advanced age to be playing with your mommy's boobies."
Her use of undeniable logic on them, induced a tag team response. Bobby, using his innocence like a lost little lamb, turned the full force of those innocent brown puppy dog eyes of his on her, whispering sweetly, ""Please, Mommy can't we play with them just for a little bit more huh? We promise to be nice and gentle. Pretty please."
Bobby, to Gail's practiced ears, seemed highly skilled at the art of begging as he tugged on her heart strings. Adding in his two cents, William brought his mouth to her ear, "Yeah Mommy, pretty please let us play . . . just a little bit longer. Pretty please . . . with sugar on top. We both want to so badly."
All in . . . no half measures. The promise she made herself now rattled around in her head. Properly reminded of said promise, Gail gave in, determining she would play this new game to its fullest extent.
"OK, OK boys. You win," she said, trying her best to sound exasperated. "I think you both know Mommy can never really deny you guys anything. So I'll make a deal with you. Since you are done washing them up you need to rinse them off now as they still have a bit of soapy residue on them and while you are doing a nice job of rinsing your mommy's boobies off you can play with them just a bit more . . . if you like. There is a couple of pitchers right there in the corner I use for rinsing."
"OK," they sang out in joyful harmony.
"So just lay back again and relax, William told her. "And we promise to do a real nice job rinsing them off. Why don't you go ahead and fill one of the pitchers up with some nice warm water, Bobby."
As Gail obeyed, reclining back against her son, William put the folded washcloth back over her eyes while Bobby grabbed one of the pitchers, the smaller blue one of the two, bringing it over to the faucet on the other end of the tub, but when he started to fill it up with warm water, William immediately started shaking his head no--while pointing at the cold water knob.
Bobby, smiling in agreement, proceeded to fill his pitcher up with cold water.
Gail, totally oblivious with the rag over her eyes, sighed in anticipation of having her tits bathed in a nice stream of soothing warm water. Instead, she got a rather nasty surprise when Bobby, just barely able to keep from giggling aloud over what he was about to do, deliberately poured the water out in a small, steady stream over his mom's tits.
Gail's reaction was instant as she bolted upright while crying out, "Hey that water is too cold guys!!"
She tried to squirm out from under the cold water splashing down on her tits, but William was prepared. He produced a long, thin piece of wash cloth from somewhere and quickly wrapped it around her wrists before knotting it up tightly in a mere manner of seconds.
Gail, with dawning horror, realizes-- much too late-- with her hands helplessly trapped behind her back, she was truly at their mercy. In response, she tried to sink back down into the warm water while Bobby continued to patiently pour the chilly water out of the pitcher in a steady stream going back and forth between her breasts.
Sinking down into the protective warmth of the bath water won't work either though as William used both hands hooked under her arm pits to hold her upright.
Gail started to panic. There was something amiss. The pitcher, despite Bobby having filled it up just this initial time, was not emptying itself out as he continued to splash the cold water down on his mommy's ample tits.
Then she remembered what William told her, "I have powers when I come to this realm Mommy."
More of his damnable magic it would seem as she continued to try and squirm, unsuccessfully from the water's icy assault, which now was being directed upon each of her nipples one after the other.
Gail, despite knowing her position was utterly hopeless, gritted her teeth, determined not to give them the pleasure of hearing her beg them to stop.
Hearing them giggle now, like a pair of scoundrels, at the mean little trick they pulled off on their mother, only added fuel to Gail's growing anger.
"Y-you boys are . . . are in so . . . much t-trouble," Gail cried, her teeth chattering as Bobby now was using both pitchers to pour water all over her chest.
"Go on Bobby, dump both of them out at the same time over those big fucking tits of hers. Let's turn both of them into blocks of ice . . ." William told his brother before lowering his mouth to his mom's ear and whispering, "And then we will really be in trouble huh, Mommy."
Gail would have responded but was simply too busy moaning. The water, much to her horror, was growing colder. Doubtlessly, this was William's doing as she was certain the water could not be this cold coming from the faucet without a little magical help.
Her poor nipples, already achingly erect, now was the focal point of all of Bobby's attentions as he directed a single steady flow of ice cold water onto each of them simultaneously. Thankfully, the water out of both pitchers did finally peter out.
"There they are nice and clean now, Mommy. The soap is all rinsed all," Bobby announced with a self-satisfied little smile on his darling face-- like they had done nothing wrong.
"Yes honey, nice and clean . . . and freezing cold. That was a cruel trick to play on me boys," she snapped at him before turning toward William and giving him a baleful stare. "I know this was all your idea."
"Well, if you are still willing to let us play with them a bit maybe we can warm them up for you, Mother," he told her patiently while seemingly unaffected by either her nasty glare or her accusation.
"Really William, you expect me to let you boys play with them now, after what you just pulled. No sir, I think you have had your fun and bath time is over."
She stood up, while trying in vain to free herself from the thin strand of washcloth wrapped tightly around her wrists.
"Mommy please, no. You said we could play with them," Bobby whined. "Please, Mommy, we are sorry."
William wasn't playing so nice though as he quickly reached out with a pair of firm hands around her wrists and yanked her back down into a sitting position."Nothing is over until I say it's over . . ." he hissed in her ear.
She felt the washcloth tighten around her wrists and knew any further struggles would be useless.
He then relaxed his voice, making it sweet once again. "It was a cruel trick but let us make it up to you. Please my hands are really, really warm. See . . ." He proceeded to run them along her shoulders, nice and gentle like, allowing Gail to feel how toasty warm they were.
"Mine too," little Bobby cried out. "See." Reaching out, he stroked both sides of her cheeks with his hands.
Despite the fact the cold water was no longer being dumped on her tits, Gail's poor breasts felt like blocks of ice, making the thought of her boys, and their toasty warm hands, warming them up more than a little appealing.
Too appealing to resist apparently as she found herself telling them, "OK, OK . . . you can warm them up for me but promise you will play nice and no more cruel tricks."
They both sang out a hearty "Yes Mommy, we promise."
Properly convinced, Gail relaxed back against William once more, closing her eyes.
Two pairs of exceptionally warm hands began slipping and sliding all over her tits as she let out another long sigh. The boys heard her sigh and started to giggle childishly while cupping and bouncing her full sized tits up and down in their hands, causing the coldness previously enveloping her tits to be quickly burned away under the warm, playful attentions of their eager young hands.
Desire was already blooming in her heart by the time she felt a pair of playful fingers flicker across her nipples making them snap to attention while eliciting a deeper and louder moan out of her.
Gail had been blessed with a pair of over sensitive nipples making having them played with just the right way a real weakness for her. A weakness actually bordering on being pathetic of having her nipples being delicately played with so tenderly. This was something both of her boys seemed to understand--much to her utter delight.
She struggled against the thin strand of washcloth binding her hands under the water which only made her sizable tits bounce up and down all the more. Opening her eyes, she saw both of them staring ravenously at her bouncing breasts.
Being quite helpless caused Gail to feel more desirous for their attentions. They seem to know her secret passion--never spoken aloud to anyone, but always there- of wanting to be dominated sexually.
"Let's get them nice and soapy again huh Bobby," William told his brother. "You know . . . for later."
Both of them soaped up their wash cloths before taking an excessive amount of time washing her tits. The soft rags, sliding so slowly in small circles all over her breasts, along with the way they are co-mingling a plentiful amount of quick squeezes during the "washing process" was driving her mad with intense longing.
Her desire only grew when Bobby stood up. He may have been small in stature, while possessing the cutest and most adorable baby face, but there was nothing at all innocent or childlike about what hung between his legs.
Gail let out a small gasp when she spied his fully erect member. Jesus he must be a good eight inches, she murmured to herself. When he took a small step forward she finally realized why they wanted her tits to be nice and soapy.
William brought his mouth to her ear whispering harshly, "He really wants to fuck the shit out of your tits mommy but he is a shy little virgin. You need to encourage him. Do it now!"
It was not a suggestion to be followed or ignored as she saw fit, but instead a command. Gail knew this just by the tone of his voice.
Dropping her voice to a seductive whisper, Gail said, "You wanna fuck mommy's boobies' sweetheart. Do you huh?" She shook her chest, making her generous breasts bounce up and down as he took another small step forward this time just enough to have his throbbing erection come in contact with her breasts.
"C'mon baby don't be shy," she cooed to him. "You can fuck em if you want."
William pushed her slightly forward, causing her tits to bounce up against Bobby's cock. Once more, she made her voice sweet as she whispered some more encouragement to him. "Go on baby. Slide that nice hard cock of yours in between your mother's big boobies."
Bobby reached out, gripping her shoulders, he pushed his cock in between her tits, just as William used his hands to squeeze her tits together around his brother's cock, making a nice tunnel of soapy tit flesh for him to fuck.
It started slowly at first--like a train leaving the station- as Bobby thrusted his hips forward, and then back, his cock sliding easily up and down her soapy tits.
"Oh that's it honey. Fuck your mommy's tits," Gail whispered to him softly while helping the cause by moving her chest up and down falling in rhythm with his thrusts.
As his brother's thrusts became harder and more urgent, Gail finally lost all sense of her motherly decorum. "Oh God baby, that's it, fuck em harder. Cum all over them. Please."
Bobby responded by slamming his cock again and again in between her soapy hills until finally on the third thrust he let out a small whimper.
Gail looked down at her chest just in time to see the head of his cock pop out from in between her tits and erupt in a geyser of cum.
Smiling at him, she sank back against William who was whispering in her ear, "Oh that was perfect, just perfect, Mother."
"Sorry Mommy, I made a mess all over your boobies," Bobby told her sweetly as he settled back in the tub.
"Yes you did baby. And since your brother had a hand, or two, in making that mess you two better clean your mess up."
She watched as they both grabbed a pitcher filling them up with what she prayed to be warm water. She let out a sigh of relief; the water was perfectly warm without being hot. They carefully dump the contents of their respective pitchers all over her chest, giggling as they watched the cum sticking to her chest being washed away.
Gail squirmed, leaning back in the tub on her hands, William had finally undone the strip of cloth binding her wrists, thrusting her boobs upwards in a welcoming gesture to the warmth of the water.
They apparently were determined to do a real good job as they both re-filled their respective pitchers before patiently dumping two separate streams of water directly on each of her nipples simultaneously, making Gail fidget and squirm.
She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against William's shoulder never wanting it to end. But, of course, it must. As the last of the water, no magic this time, spilled out onto her chest, Gail felt almost disappointed, and also curious as to what their reaction might be when she sternly announced, "OK boys playtime in the tub is over. It's time to get out."
They both begin to whine for "more playtime" while turning their sad puppy dog eyes upon her. Gail sighed. Their pathetic whining, combined with the forlorn looks on both of their faces, was just enough to give her pause.
They both fell silent as Gail considered if she should give them some more playtime.
"OK, fine," Bobby finally said before standing up. "I guess playtime with Mommy in the tub is finally over."
William, on the other hand, remained sitting, a look of stern resolve on his handsome face, before he told her, "Why are you so anxious to get out of the tub. I thought you missed us."
"Of course I have missed you both. Terribly, but . . . Well . . . I . . . it's just--"
William cut her off now as he snapped, "And if you did us so much, Mother, why didn't you get us anything upon our return?"
"Yeah, Bobby," chimed in. "You didn't get us any kind of presents or anything to welcome us back."
"I would have but, I mean . . . I didn't know you were coming to visit me and since you just sort of showed up, unexpectedly I mean, I really didn't, of course, have time to go pick anything out for either of you . . . Or I would have."
"I know what you can give us, Mommy," Bobby told us as he plopped back down in the tub.
She felt the hard glare of William from behind as he announced, "Forget it Bobby. Let's go, she doesn't want to give us anything. Like she said . . . 'playtime is over' so let's just go."
Gail was starting to panic. They were both beginning to fade away to nothing before her very eyes. Without thinking, desperate for them to stay she cried out, "Wait, don't go . . . It just occurred to me maybe I have a nice present to give the two of you."
She smiled warmly at the wavering figure of William. The wavering stopped as he became whole again in a mere instant. The previous hard glare on his utterly handsome face was now replaced with something akin to childlike anticipation. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as his eyes seemed to twinkle in the soft glow of the candles. Grabbing her towel, she scooted away from them and to her right. After adjusting her towel back in place, she leaned back with a sly smile on her face--while parting her thighs in a welcoming gesture.
"Maybe you guys would wanna play with Mommy's pussy, hmm?"
They both scurried over to her, William on her right, Bobby on her left with looks of eager anticipation on their young faces.
William, obviously the more adventuresome one, easily slipped his hand under the water and began to stroke his mother's pussy while Bobby seemed unsure of taking such a bold step.
"C'mon, Bobby, don't be shy." Gail's whispered in a voice literally dripping with sweetness. "You can play with your Mommy's kitty cat too honey if you want. Don't let your brother have all the fun."
The innocence of her statement worked on him. He eagerly slid one hand under the water and with her hand as a guide found her pussy.
Gail could scarcely believe the words coming out of her mouth, and maybe even more unbelievable, the way she was so wantonly spreading her legs for them.
What happened next was all a blur. They each fell upon her body like a pair of hungry wolves. Their hands roamed all over her, touching, stroking, probing and exploring to their heart's content.
She does little to dissuade them from treating her body like a playground, instead she closed her eyes, laid her head back, allowing them full access to all her hidden treasures.
There were four hands are all over her boobs, exploring every inch of their hilly expanse before sliding down across her tummy to probe her inner depths. As their hands skated all over her body, she found her face being turned to the left by a gentle guiding hand. Bobby's mouth found hers as they shared dozens of tender, light kisses which seemingly may have lasted forever until she felt an aggressive hand turning her face to the right.
William punched his tongue forcefully in her mouth, swirling it around to full effect, taking her breath away. Unable to resist such passion, Gail responded by kissing him back with equal furor.
Back and forth she spun from one to the other- sharing sweet soft kisses with Bobby, and deeply passionate kisses with William.
William's hand slipped under the water again, finding her legs still spread and open for business he shoved one finger deep up inside of her-- just at the exact moment Bobby finally felt brave enough to slip his own tongue inside her mouth while fondling her tits with eager delight.
The combination sent Gail reeling as she grabbed one of Bobby's hands and guided it under the water.
Her kisses with each became longer and more desperate, especially after she felt Bobby's finger probing the depths of her pussy. The brothers took turns, slipping fingers in and out or her in an endless procession pushing Gail toward a very powerful orgasm.
The water inside the tub was sloshing all around as their carnal struggles continued unabated. Finally, just when she was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm they both stopped everything all at once and started laughing.
"Hey why--"
"Shhh Mommy, you must not protest. Here let's get you out of the tub now," William told her as they both gently helped their severely shaken, and disappointed mother, out of the tub. One of them grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her naked body before telling her they have a gift for her.
Yes indeed they had a gift for their mother and before the night was over they would be giving her plenty of gifts, the white sticky kind, along with at least one big, naughty surprise.Gail gripped the towel around her naked body tighter while wondering what gift they might possibly have for her. Whatever it might be, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, it would be naughty.
"So what is my gift?" she asked quietly.
"Your gift Mom," William patiently explained to her, "is you have earned another challenge. Ali was very pleased by your performance tonight and is going to give you another chance to impress him."
Gail hesitated, looking at her son doubtfully before whispering, "Who is Ali?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot myself. You're still under the potion to make you forget things. Yeah, I think it would be OK to have the potion wear off like right about... now."
Gail blinked her eyes as her memories of the past eighteen or so months came rushing back to her.
"Wow," she said softly. "I really did forget what happened huh so I guess that was one wicked potion your friend gave me."
"Do you remember what we just did in the bathtub, Mommy?" Bobby asked sweetly.
"Yes... yes I do, hon, it was ahh... some bath... which brings up the question... the bath, that was my challenge right and I passed it I hope?"
William answered for them. "Yes you did and Ali is very pleased and hopes you are ready for your next challenge."
"I am, but how long do I have to wait this time. I hope not long, like before?"
"Just a few minutes this time. The fun and games will start as soon as you venture out of the bathroom but first you must take this."
He thrust a small plastic medicine cup in her hand with some sort of reddish looking liquid in it.
"What is this? Oh no, don't tell me another potion to make me forget things."
"Yes, but just enough to make you forget the past few hours, plus it will totally sober you up. Ali wants us to have a clean slate when we start playing with you again. Just like before your bath you will think it's just a mere four months after my death and you will be utterly sad and grieving and oh so lonely. After taking the potion your memory will consist of falling asleep on the sofa downstairs, coming up to take your bath, and then coming out of the bathroom with nothing but your towel wrapped around your naked body and from there things will proceed as they will."
He smiled before snapping, "Now no more questions, Mother as Ali is anxious to see if you can pass yet another challenge."
"What is my challenge exactly?" Gail asked despite what he said about no more questions.
"I can't tell you in any detail, other than once again you will be tasked with allowing us to have a bit of fun with you... make sure you burn that into your subconscious, Mom. Now drink the potion."
Gail sighed before bringing the cup to her lips, and just as she poured the sweet tasting potion into her mouth she noticed how they were both fading away before her very eyes. By the time she downed the elixir they were both gone - as were her memories of the immediate past.
After finishing her bath, Gail exited the bathroom, with just the towel wrapped around her body. Her best friend, an all-encompassing sadness that followed her everywhere since William's death, was at her side as usual, nipping at her heels.
After taking a single step inside her bedroom, she stopped.
"Jesus... what is this?" she whispered to herself as she peered about the bedroom.
Before her bath, as was her usual habit, she turned on both of the lamps sitting on the two nightstands flanking the bed.
Now they were off with the only source of light in the whole bedroom being a trio of small flickering tea light candles on the nightstand nearest to where she was standing.
Gail allowed herself a faint smile. There was only one other person in the whole world who knew she had a deep affection for candles: William. But he was gone, unless those quiet little signs she had been noticing more and more of late were an indication he really was not gone.
The signs were really nothing more than hearing a few muffled footsteps shuffling around upstairs when she knew the house was empty. Even more ominous though was the eerie feeling of being watched from time to time. Lately, in the past week that is, the feeling of being watched increased substantially, especially as she got undressed in her bedroom before going to bed at night.
Finally, just this past week in particular, she actually caught, on a couple occasions, faint whiffs of her dead son's favorite cologne. Again, this occurred especially at night, and especially in her bedroom.
And now this. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a tentative step or two into her bedroom.
Glancing about the room, she looked for any signs she wasn't alone. Finally, she spotted it. Placed on the bed was something, but in the muted light of the candles she could not quite tell what it was.
Crossing the room, she stopped before the bed.
It was a drawing. Looking at it, her knees nearly buckled. It was a simple crude crayon drawing of two stick figures--one big and one small. The small one was holding a flower out to the bigger one. Above the figure of the smaller one was a bubble coming from his mouth. The bubble, she remembered him pointing out to her so innocently those many long years ago, was what the little stick figure was saying to the bigger stick figure. "Pretty flower, for pretty, Mommy."
She remembered fondly how William had drawn this for her when he was all of maybe six or seven years old. Maybe even younger. Gail stashed it away with the rest of her keepsakes somewhere in her closet, but now it was here; sitting on the bed in all of its innocent glory.
She smiled faintly. Apparently, she was not so alone after all. Tears filled her eyes as the intense love she felt for her dead son flooded her heart.
Then she heard it, causing her heart to nearly stop. Footsteps. Small and muffled crossing the bedroom toward her. The picture slipped out of her hand, falling to the bed.
She wanted to turn around but was too stunned, or maybe scared to do so. Instead, she stood there, hardly breathing, listening as the footsteps, muffled by the rug, appeared to stop toward the foot of the bed. Gail listened intently, sure she could hear the sound of breathing by the foot of her bed.
She suddenly felt vulnerable; standing next to the only source of light in the whole bedroom her body, half naked, clad in just a towel, would be on full display for whoever was standing there in the dark, behind her.
Finally, she turned around. Her heart sank. No one was there. Still she thought she could make out the sound of soft breathing coming from just over there, a few bare feet away, near the foot of the bed.
The silence stretched out for what seemed to her an eternity before she finally spoke up.
"Who's there?" Gail asked tentatively. "Do you wish to speak to me? Show me something, anything, please a sign... if it's you William."
After a long pause with nothing happening, Gail was just about to repeat her plea when there came a whispered voice, so low she could barely hear it. "Close your eyes," it said.
The voice, childlike, was too faint for her to say with absolute certainly if it was her William's voice. But still, it sounded like it could be his voice--or maybe this was just wishful thinking.
Deciding it might be best not to overreact or overthink things at this point, Gail obeyed and closed her eyes.
After a long moment, she heard a soft thud. It sounded as if something landed on her bed, down near the foot of it.
When no other instructions came, she opened her eyes. Glancing over toward the bed, she noticed a small dark shape there but was unable to make out quite what it might be as it was just outside the pool of light thrown off by the trio of candles.
She picked up one of the flickering candles, holding it out toward the bed.
Her pulse quickened as she saw the shoes sitting there, innocently, on their sides. It took her only a quiet moment before she gasped. "Oh my God. These are the ones."
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.
The shoes forced the memories of what happened four months ago to come bubbling to the surface as tears, again, filled her eyes.
The voice was whispering again, interrupting her thoughts. It was nearer this time, innocent and so childlike, it made her heart wretch. "Sit down on the edge of the bed Mommy, and relax. You must be good and in a minute you will put the shoes on."
A small hand, soft and gentle, brushed against her forearm, "Please." The whispered voice, all full of sweetness and innocence, sounded just like William's, but when he was so much younger.
She quickly maneuvered the flickering candle over toward the voice just catching the outlines of a small indistinct figure before it melted into the shadows beyond the light.
Gail wanted to first chase the figure down, it had to be William, and then upon catching him, she would proceed to shower him with hugs and kisses while apologizing profusely for what happened the night of his accident.
But instead she sat down on the bed-- knowing to give chase would somehow ruin things as would attempting to ask questions--breathlessly waiting for whatever might happen next.
The voice, behind her this time, was whispering sweetly again in her ear. It sounded still so young and innocent.
"Close your eyes again and don't try to look at us while remembering how close we were... how we almost were going to... how much we both wanted... it"
The voice paused as she obeyed and closed her eyes. The room fell silent for a long, anxious moment before there came a small rattling noise coming from the far side of the bedroom. Without disobeying his instructions and opening her eyes, she glanced across the room toward the noise. It was coming from where the mini bar stood in the far corner.
From across the room the voice said, "I have something that will help you remember."
Gail somehow resisted the urge to open her eyes while fervently wondering, why did the voice say "look at us"? She desperately wanted to know the answer to this question, but sensed any questions she might ask, or any disobedience she might display, would result in her being left alone. This she did not want.
She heard footsteps crossing the room, and then the sound of something being placed on the nightstand, nearest next to where she sat. "Here, hold both your hands up, Mother."
This time the voice speaking was wholly different. It was an older voice, firm and darkly commanding. It reminded her of what William might sound like if he was trying to speak-- like a tough guy maybe.
She obediently held her hands up making sure to keep her eyes tightly shut. She felt a pair of glasses, smooth and cool, being trust into both hands. She quickly ascertained they were wine glasses and both were full.
"Drink first one, and then the other. Down them quickly and no peeking," the older voice commanded.
The other voice, the soft and childlike one, was whispering in her ear. "Do what William says Mommy and drink."
Gail raised her right hand first, taking two large swallows of the wine, but when she started to lower the glass, she felt a hand pushing it up again toward her lips. "Drink more," William ordered her. "Quickly and until it's gone."
Bringing the glass back to her mouth, Gail finished the rest of the wine in three large swallows.
The empty glass was taken from her, just as she felt another firm hand pushing her other hand holding the second full glass of wine up and toward her mouth.
"Again," a voice commanded her.
Gail took a deep breath and quickly polished off this second glass of wine. It left her feeling dizzy and excited all at once. Obviously, them getting her drunk was a prelude to something... but what?
The second empty glass was removed from her hand. "Remember to keep your eyes shut, Mommy." It was the young, innocent voice again.
The harsher, older voice then hissed in her ear, "Yes, to do otherwise will ruin everything and we will disappear... forever. Now you don't want that do you?"
"No... no I don't." Gail answered truthfully.
"Then obey without question, if you care to make it up to us that is."
If only to make things easier she labeled this more commanding of the voices as William and the other sweeter, softer voice as Bobby. It was not surprising really, if she took the time to think about it, her using both their names. In the past, she had often called her son Bobby when he was doing sweet and kind stuff for her, but when he misbehaved and got into trouble she would call him William.
William was speaking again. "Here put this on. Both."
She felt something land next to her on the bed with a small thud.
"You can open your eyes in a minute to get dressed, and when you are done, first go to the bar, refill your wine glass, you can sip on this one, but don't ignore it, and then go to your vanity table, put on some makeup. We want you looking all pretty for us, Mother. Do all this, without questions or I promise we will disappear. When you have finished making yourself up and have finished your wine sit there and wait for us. We will come to you."
Gail opened her eyes before turning her attention to the bed. Laid out on the bed was a white strapless bra and a pair of matching thong panties, along with a white satin robe. She smiled, someone had dug deep in her underwear drawer to find this little used, but very sexy bra and panty set.
As she got dressed quickly inside the bathroom, Gail considered the implications of it seemingly being two spirits haunting her when it was only her son who died in the house that night.
It seemed to her, based on the tone and the inflection of their voices, one of the spirits was representing the sweet, innocent side of her son--Bobby-- while the other, the more commanding one, was representing William. Unless, of course, it was only one spirit changing its voice on her to maybe trick and confuse her.
If she had not just polished off two full glasses of wine-- back to back-- leaving her thoughts a bit disjointed she might have been able to focus on such questions, but focusing now on doing anything other than what they were telling her seemed to be tempting fate.
Remembering his hurry, she quickly put on the bra and panties before slipping the robe and shoes on.
She headed back out to the bedroom, striding across the room, her high heels clicking seductively across the bare wooden floor and over to the small bar in the corner.
After pouring a full glass of wine, she sashayed over to the vanity table. As promised there were three large pillar candles flickering on the table. Settling herself down on the comfortable padded bench, she started putting on her makeup while continuously sipping on her wine.
Finally, she proceeded to pin her hair up in a bun behind her ear--just the way she knew he liked.
Having a sense of being carefully watched from the closet actually gave her a quiet thrill as she gulped down the last of her wine and then waited.
A good five minutes passed with nothing happening.
"Maybe they need some encouragement in the form of seeing their mother getting a bit more intoxicated... just like the night I was being naughty with him," Gail said just loud enough for him to hear--if he was, in fact, listening.
After making her way over to the bar again, she poured herself another glass of wine. Picking up this now fourth glass of wine, in an effort to get gloriously intoxicated so she could utterly relax and stop worrying, Gail drained nearly half the glass in two large gulps. Sitting the glass back down, she tried to relax, waiting for whatever might come next.
Another five minutes or so passed with the bedroom remained disappointedly silent. Finally, she heard the closet door creak again. Refusing to turn and look toward the source of the sound, Gail braced herself.
Standing there, in front of the bar, leaning on it for support after this last glass of wine, Gail waited. When nothing happened as the seconds stretched out into long agonizing minutes, her mind began to whirl.
Are they waiting for me to do something? Another quiet minute passed. She still sensed she was being watched, but what were they waiting for? Then it hit her.
Of course, she was expected to take off her robe. After all, what was the point of leaving out the sexy strapless bra, and the equally sexy matching lace panties if they were covered up by her robe? Providing her the robe must have been a test of sorts to see if she was smart enough, or maybe brave enough, to take it off for them.
It was probably the wine which allowed Gail to have the courage to slowly, after turning to the closet so she was facing it fully, start to untie her 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 now more than ever, she leisurely stripped the robe off her body, letting it flutter unceremoniously to the floor.
She stood, in her underwear, feeling both sexy and scared all at once, peering into the dark shadows of the closet as the door was now almost fully open while being almost sure she could just make out a solitary indistinct figure standing there in the shadows of the closet.
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."
Her firm declaration was met with utter silence.
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 William's, announced, "Walk over to your dresser and then turn, facing it. I will come to you."
Gail hesitated, not wanting to obey right away, but instead to ask questions, or maybe even to dash across the room and hug her son.
Her hesitation was met with darkness as the half dozen candles in the room all flared out at the exact same moment. The room, to her dismay, was plunged into total darkness.
Deciding she had better obey, Gail carefully made her way over to the dresser.
Again there was a long drawn out moment of silence while Gail stood there shivering, still waiting for something, anything, to happen. Finally, there was a whispered voice in her ear. "You're shivering, Mommy."
He voice was soft, soothing helping her relax, as did the fact he called her "Mommy."
He was behind her, very close, he could feel his breath tickling her neck. "Don't turn around, you wouldn't be able to see me anyways in the dark."
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 play with us..."
"But honey I... I already had enough," she tried to protest.
"You want to see us or not? I thought you wanted me to return. I can go... if that's what you want."
"I--" She picked up the glass of wine before hesitating. "Can you explain who exactly is with you?"
"Drink your wine down quickly and I will tell you... but then no more questions for the rest of the night. Deal or not? If you say no we disappear... forever this time into the cold darkness of death without ever truly knowing your love. A simple yes or no... answer now."