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Feature Title: In The House Of Repression
Published: 25.10.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Family moves into new home unaware
In The House Of Repression
In hindsight the price Ben’s mother got this place at should’ve been the first sign that something was up. After all, the place was big for a conventional family let alone the Williamson’s single mother and two teenager situation.
So when they’d stared at the realtor over the price she’d just stated the woman shrugged and explained that the owner had specific requirements to the type of family she was allowed to sell the place to. Sign number two.
Ben’s Mother didn’t hesitate to take the place. At the price the realtor had laid out they’d be saving money compared to some of the apartments they’d toured through earlier in the day. That and with the low price it was at the fact that they had a chance to get it in the first place was a miracle. And lastly, with the debts Ben’s father had left behind they needed every cent they could save.
So they moved in. And soon began to notice that something about their new home was not quite right.
Ben stared up at the old Victorian house with a mixture of disbelief and awe. It was theirs. Three stories of home for just the three of them. Well two stories for a normal family, but he’d never had a basement before so he counted that as the third. Grunting as he pulled the last of their luggage out of the car he slung his own duffle bag over his back and carried his sisters and mothers suitcases in his hands and under his arms.
Admittedly, he could have just taken a bunch of trips back and forth but the manly tradition of as few trips as humanly possible ran strong in Ben. So while he’d allowed one trip of all the bed coverings and other essentials to start setting up the bedrooms he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get this all upstairs in one go. Three minutes and several aching muscles later he wondered if maybe he should have been smarter about this.
“Did you really have to bring everything all at once?” A voice asked from further down the hall as he breathed heavily at the top of the second story staircase.
Hunched over and breathing heavily Ben looked up to see his amused older sister Candace (Sophiavayy or Niece Waidhofer) walking up to him.
Letting out a long exhale he placed her suitcase on the ground and placed her other bag on top of it.
“It’s tradition. If it can be done in one trip it will be done in one trip. Besides, with that moving company mom hired it was the only stuff left to move.”
A few inches shorter than him with the same chestnut hair as their mother Candace’s beautiful face looked unimpressed as she rolled her eyes at him.
“Yeahhh, that’s dumb,” pointing a thumb back over her shoulder at the door across from her own, she nodded her head back at it, “I got your bed all set up while you were unloading the SUV. So you should just have to unpack now.”
“Oh, thanks sis,” Ben said with mild surprise.
He hadn’t exactly been looking forward to setting up his bed frame and mattress after already unloading all of the families belongings into the house. So her doing it for him saved a lot of hassle. Touched by the thoughtfulness Ben reached out to give her a hug. He was only half successful as Candace managed to sidestep it into a one armed side hug before grabbing her bags with her free hand.
“No problem little brother. Don’t forget we’re going to drive around tomorrow morning with mom to get familiar with our new hometown. So don’t stay up to late,” his sister warned as she slid free of him, the hug lasting less than a second.
“Ok mom,” Ben replied as he watched her leave with a small frown of disappointment.
Had he pushed too hard?
Things had been weird with Candace for a long while now and for the life of him Ben didn’t know why.
Growing up they’d always been close. And not in the being able to tolerate each other’s existence sort of way but in the actually liking being around each other sort of way. It was the sort of brother sister relationship he never saw anywhere else so he did his best to take care of it.
Or at least he tried to not mess it up the way he just did. There was some sort of divide between him and his sister. And it was the kind of divide that didn’t welcome hugs of any kind.
Shrugging to himself he vowed to try and figure it out later, after he got his moms stuff to her room. Picking the rest of the baggage up he was just about to head to the end of the hall where the master bedroom was when the most peculiar sensation traveled up his legs.
It was like fingers nails dragging faintly up his thigh before tickling across his balls. The subtle yet stimulating sensation made him drop the bags in his hands in surprise and scramble forward looking around in alarm. Of course nothing was there as his gaze swept over the hallway and staircase.
“You ok there?” Candace asked with a raised eyebrow as she leaned out of her bedroom door frame.
“Uh yeah, sorry, I guess it was a bug or something,” he rationalized as he brushed at the front of his sweatpants before bending down to pick up the rest of his and his mothers baggage again.
Dropping his own bags next to his door he made his way down the hall to his mothers room before stepping in with a knock on the door.
“Hey mom, got your stuff from the car.”
“Thank you baby, you’re the best,” his mom called from the restroom.
Walking to the bed Ben dropped her suitcases onto it before pausing to look around the large room. His mother’s room was a large high ceiling master bedroom that his mother had adored when the realtor had showed her. Back at their apartment her room would have fit three times into this one.
It had always been a mess even back then but with so much more space here the usual bras from her job were mostly gone. There were still a few left here or there though. Looking around he began collecting them until he had about seven dangling in one hand. He’d just finished laying them on his mom’s bed and leaning back against it when she stepped out of the bathroom.
In nothing but an open robe and a set of sheer black bra and panties.
Ben rolled his eyes as he immediately looked away. If anyone saw the way his mother dressed at home compared to how she was at work their jaws would drop. His mother was a tough, no nonsense, professional when she was at the clothing store she managed. But when she was at home…well, the word trashy wouldn’t be to far off.
It wasn’t like she went around naked or anything, this was the least amount he’d ever see her wearing, but there was a reason Ben didn’t have his friends over to their apartment before. She was just way too lax when it came to her at home apparel. Like now as she walked up next to him D-cup breasts jiggling in his peripheral vision as she came to a stop next to him and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek.
“You didn’t have to do that Ben I would’ve gotten around to it,” she scolded lightly.
“Uh huh,” Ben replied knowing full well those bra’s would’ve stayed on the floor for days, maybe weeks for a few of them.
Reading his tone his mother’s lips pursed. “I would have,” she insisted, hands on her hips.
“Of course,” Ben agreed dryly, looking back over his shoulder at the collection of bras on the bed.
They hadn’t even been here a day yet, how had she already begun making a mess in a room so much larger than her last one?
An arm slipping aground his head and pulling him into a headlock interrupted his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what was that? You were saying how neat and well kept your mother keeps her house?” his mother teased as she dragged him down off the bed and further into her headlock.
Most people Ben knew didn’t have a tomboy for a mother so this sort of interaction would probably have been eyebrow raising for them. For Ben and Candace though, this was any other day. Their mother had always been a rambunctious kind of woman.
That said his mom doing this clad only in her panties was an unfortunate twist. One that made Ben flush despite himself as her smooth soft breasts and soft satin bra slid against the side of his face and head. The fact that his mother was stacked from tits to ass made her rowdy nature in moments like these less than ideal. And Ben knew from experience that the best path was the one of least resistance. To just give up and repeat his mother’s patronizing words.
It was too bad he was her son in more ways than one.
“Benny, I still can’t hear you. You were going to say how I’m the best mother ever and you’re so grateful for your new rooaaaagghh!!!”
His mother’s teasing cut off as sliding his body behind her he wrapped his arms around her toned stomach and threw her up and over his shoulder in a suplex Brock Lesnar would have been proud of.
“Ooph” his mother exhaled as she crashed down onto combination of soft comforter and mattress back first, her momentum carrying her backward onto her stomach.
Leaping back from the bed Ben had just enough time to see his mom climb up onto her hands and knees before her eyes locked onto him. He couldn’t help his reaction when he saw her scandalized expression mixed with her now unkempt hair hanging all over her face. Benjamin burst out laughing. And then he ran.
Five hours later. 9:37 pm
Ben yawned as he scrubbed the kitchen floor clean for the third time. It had been clean when they’d moved in a few hours ago. And it was definitely clean after he’d both mopped and hand scrubbed it twice.
Apparently wrestling was a one-way street with his mother.
Although even suitably punished as he was right now the shocked expression of his mother’s face was almost amusing enough to balance out the way it had hardened into anger. That expression hadn’t changed even as she chased him out of the house body almost bare, robe billowing behind her.
Sullenly scrubbing the kitchen floor Ben knew that that was the only reason he’d stopped running and let her catch him. Because at the end of the day his mother was actually crazy enough to chase him through their new neighborhood in only her underwear. The memory of it still made him shake his head in disbelief as he worked his way across the floor.
Bursting out of the house at a dead sprint he’d come to a halt when he’d heard the door slamming open a second time behind him. Looking back his jaw had dropped as he saw his mother sprinting after him like she’d just shot off the one hundred meter starting blocks at the Olympics. He wished it wasn’t but the sight was burned into his mind.
Large barely constrained breasts bounced with each step, long smooth thighs pumped up and down propelling her forward with each smooth stride, and the faint lines of toned abs appeared on her slim stomach as the body of a former collegiate athlete and current fitness addict rocketed toward him.
Ben sighed as he shook his head again at the memory. Images like that shouldn’t be running through the head of any son about his mother, but Hannah Williamson had always been to bold for her own good.
She was more than bold enough to chase him outside and when he stopped in horror that his mother was actually pursuing him in next to no clothing she was bold enough to seize his ear with a vice like grip and twisting drag him back inside. Then she was bold enough to act like he started the entire thing and make him clean the kitchen until she was satisfied. Which of course she hadn’t been the past two times he’d asked if he could be finished. The only brake he’d gotten had been for dinner with Candace smothering her laughter as his mother coolly read a book without speaking to him.
“You’re still cleaning?” Candace asked as she stepped into the large kitchen.
Their new home was a big step up from the apartment. Back there they’d have had to squeeze past one another to navigate the small kitchen. Now his sister simply walked around the island in the middle of the remodeled kitchen and pulled out a mug to heat up some tea.
“She said it wasn’t clean enough yet,” Ben sighed as he looked down at the pristine floor.
It can’t get any cleaner than this, he thought sourly as he saw his sisters reflection in a tile he’d been scrubbing all night. His body tired and mind unfocused Ben’s gaze wandered as it followed the blurry reflection on the floor to his sister’s leggings.
He never understood how those things could be considered pants. The ones on his sister were basically skin tight around that thick, round peach of an ass she had. Each round butt cheek might as well have been bare for how well the leggings clung to her. I swear you could balance a plate on that thing, he pondered before his sister speaking snapped his attention upward just as she looked back at him.
“Sorry, say that again? I’m about to fall asleep standing up,” he apologized while internally wondering what the hell he’d been doing there. He must be tired to be looking at Candace like that.
“I said, I still can’t believe you actually threw mom like that. I mean what were you even thinking?” she laughed as she waited for the microwave to stop heating her drink.
“That she was asking for it?” he shrugged, “I wasn’t really thinking Candy, but our mom had me in a headlock without any clothes on. In my mind that’s prime, needs to get humbled territory.”
“Humbled? Our mother? That’ll be the day,” Candace snorted as the microwave went off and she took out her hot mug.
Ben groaned as leant against the counter beside her, “I just want to be able to have an opinion without a woman I’ve got half a foot on putting me in a headlock I could easily break out of!”
And better yet if she could not drag her breasts across his face that’d be great too!
“She is oddly fond of headlocks for someone her height,” Candace remarked as she blew lightly on the steaming tea.
“I mean we’re not kids anymore, you can’t just say do what I say not what I do and expect no push back. I mean our rooms are clean aren’t they? Why does she get a pass?”
Candace watched her brother with a raised eyebrow as he got more and more worked up.
Taking a sip of her tea she looked over the brim at him as she replied, “Well there is the fact that she’s our mother, that she pays for everything, and that outside of our home she’s a borderline neat freak.”
“It makes no sense that she can keep track of client details, employee schedules, sales figures, and her stores inventory, but she can’t even pick up her own bras,” Ben griped.
“She is a bit of a mess,” Candace chuckled, “But does it really matter? It’s her room.”
“I don’t really care about the room Candy,” Ben explained, “I care about how before our dad died her room was never like that. And it wasn’t because of dad either, mom has always been the neat one. Back then though she actually took care of herself.”
“Hey,” Candace protested with a warning glare but Ben crossed his arms over his chest and held his ground.
“Candy I’m serious. Our mother is amazing. She works hard at her job and takes amazing care of us. And I love her to death just like I’m sure you do. But you can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed how far she has been letting things slide when she gets home. Two years ago mom wouldn’t have been caught dead in her underwear in front of us. Because parents aren’t supposed to do that. Now I can’t even have friends over because they might get a free show,” he finished.
Candace didn’t reply for a few moments as she swirled her tea in her mug. Then looking up from it into Ben’s eyes she seemed too come to a resolution as she finished the drink and set it down.
“Did you ever notice that when we went to see Dr. Hartley that Mom stopped going?”
Ben blinked in surprise at the mention of their old therapist. Dr. Hartley had been a huge help dealing with the death of their father and they’d gone to her as a family. Well … that was until they’d split up into individual sessions. After that he’d only remembered catching the bus home or getting picked up by his mother after she got off work.
“I do remember her being there for those group sessions we all did together.”
“And after the group sessions?” Candace asked, looking more sure of something by the second.
“I mean I don’t know. They were individual sessions, right?” he pointed out.
“Right,” Candace agreed, “But when did you go to your sessions?
“Every Monday and Wednesday after school,” Ben replied, “And you were every Tuesday and Thursday?”
“Yeah, and that left mom for the weekend. Except what did she begin doing around two years ago?”
Ben’s eyes widened in recognition.
“All her fitness stuff! Pilates, yoga, even those weird couple of months where she was doing Tai Chi. That all started about two years ago.”
Candace nodded.
“So with a full time job and two kids already getting help it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if our mom stopped going to her own sessions, would it?”
“And she dove into fitness to compensate,” Ben finished, “In what world is that mentally healthy?”
Candace shoulders shrugged sadly.
“One where you’re a single mother who just lost her husband and already has enough on your plate.”
Ben shook his head in disbelief.
“Okay, so what can we do?”
Candace looked bewildered at the question as she just raised an eyebrow at him, “What do you mean?”
“Well she should get help right?” Ben said, like it was obvious that that was the next step, “You can’t just leave that sort of stuff unresolved Candy. Grieving makes a big difference. It’s why we can talk about dad now at all.”
“Ben, we had the same therapist. I know and I don’t disagree,” Candace snarked before relaxing back against the counter and motioning to the kitchen, “It’s just do we really want to dive into this right now? We just moved into a new place and she’s really happy right now. Hell I’m happy. I’m not saying we should wait, but let’s look into this a bit deeper before putting together an intervention. Preferably, after we get a full nights rest after spending the whole day moving all our stuff to a new place.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” admitted Ben as he looked over the immaculate kitchen, “I guess having to clean this room over and over kind of made me fixate on mom being weird a bit more then I usually would. At least this time there’s no way she can find anything else for me to do. I swear, every surface of this room is covered in some sort of cleaning material.”
Candace immediately looked away as a snort escaped from her. When Ben looked pointedly at her for an explanation the older sister dissolved into soft laughter.
“Ben. Mom went to bed like two hours ago.”
Ben stared at his sister for a long pause before turning on his heel and stalking out of the room. His sister’s laughter followed him.
4 hours later 1:37
It was a little past midnight when the first signs of something odd began to take place. Asleep in her bed the mother of two lay on her side the only light in the room coming from the faint amount of moonlight filtering in from the bottom of the blinds.
Hannah had always been a deep sleeper. Even when her husband Derrick was still alive she’d routinely slept through his chainsaw of a snore. So, she didn’t even move an inch when the comforter under her arm began to slide down the bed. Inch by inch it slid down the woman, followed by the blanket and bed sheets, until Hannah was completely exposed in her low cut satin nightie. The weight of the blankets gone the mother’s exposed arm sleepily reached around for the familiar weight until giving up she rolled onto her back.
Full breasts jostled side to side for a moment, contained only by the nightie before something stopped them. An invisible force unseen in the dimly lit room gently pushed the pair of Double D-cup breasts together, like a pair of invisible hands palming their favorite tits. Already contained by the nightie the light pressure made the already fitted top press tight against Hannah’s prodigious chest.
It was then that a couple of indentations pressed into the front of the sleepwear, right around where the mother’s nipple’s would be. The indents slid smoothly in small circles against the satin taking their time as the flesh underneath responded to their touch. Hannah’s nipples quickly hardened under the invisible administrations until two hard peaks rose up through the silky smooth satin. Not a moment later the fabric tightened in on them, gently pinching the sensitive nubs.
Hannah’s following whimper caused the room to freeze, the pinching of her nipples paused and the squeezing together of her breasts stopped. Seemingly waiting for another noise, when none followed but the steady breathing of the mother of two whatever was in the room with the woman returned to its molestations as it continued to play with her nipples.
Rolling Hannah’s nipples in circles the force seemed to grow in confidence as it released the mother’s nightie covered chest and began to pull the nightie up her body. Stuck beneath her round behind the nightie paused in its tugging as a moment later Hannah’s hips rose a foot off the bed. If anyone had been able to look under the suddenly levitating woman’s behind they would’ve seen the noticeable outlines of a pair of hands, one squeezinng each cheek.
Free from her body the nightie was swiftly pulled up Hannah’s torso and over her breasts, finally freeing the substantial bust. The moment they were exposed Hannah’s nipples began to pulse, stretching and contracting at a regular rhythm. To any third party it would have appeared bizarre, but to the mother it was an all to familiar sensation. Afterall, she’d always loved getting her tits sucked on.
Groaning, Hannah’s back arched as she pushed her breasts up into the sensation. Nipples twisting in invisible mouths the mother let out a shuddering breath as her hands reached out and wrapped around the two invisible nothings that were gorging themselves on her tits.
By this point any person would have been awake, even Hannah with her ability to sleep through a chainsaw being pulled would have woken when touched and yet on she unnaturally slept through the sucking of her nipples to the groping of invisible hands sliding down under her panties as the force grew ever bolder. And she was not the only person that night experiencing strange nocturnal manipulations.
Lying prone on her stomach Candace’s face was relaxed and peaceful. Dressed for sleep the nineteen year old was wearing a fitted cotton crop top and too short track shorts that only covered half of her ass when they weren’t pulled down to her ankles like they were now.
A pillow had been slid under the young woman’s hips to raise her large bubble butt up off the bed. With wide hips, athletic thighs, and a thick, round ass that would make an Instagram model jealous this presented quite a delectable target to the invisible indent buried headfirst between her cheeks.
Each ass cheek was pulled apart by invisible hands as a head-like shape pushed between them. From an outside perspective Candace’ butt was quivering and twitching all by itself. However, if the young woman had been awake she would have been on the receiving end of the rimjob of a lifetime. An invisible tongue danced inside her, burrowing deep into places no one else had ever touched.
Candace shivered and flinched at the sensations coursing through her ass. Her pussy was so wet if she’d still had her panties on they’d have been soaked clear through with her arousal. Even when the hands released her butt to slide under her to said soaked pussy her eyes remained closed in slumber.
Even when invisible fingers began to toy with her clit and slowly slid another pair inside her she slept. And even when the multiple sensations of her ass being eaten, fingers dancing around her clit and another pair toying with her g-spot sent her over the edge into a clenching, panting orgasmic climax her sleep remained undisturbed.
In the room across the hall from his sister Ben was in a similar situation. Flat on his back the young man’s legs hung off either side of the corner of his bed as though he’d been sitting on it before laying back for a second and falling asleep by accident. Although sleeping was the last thing it looked like he was doing as eight thick inches of manhood stuck straight up into the air from his tugged down sweat pants.
Unlike his sister and mother Ben’s room faced empty woodland so he’d left the window blinds partially open. As the cloud cover shifted faint moonlight spilled into the room through said blinds cutting a silver path through the room and over the teenager’s bed. It was in the direct moonlight that the truth of the night was laid bare.
A pale white-haired woman sat atop the young man’s face. One leg crossed beneath Ben’s head and underneath the spectral woman to wrap the foot against the opposite legs thigh. This effectively pinned the teenager face first into the woman’s pale round ass. If Ben was bothered by this, no one could know, as only faint grunting noises could be heard from the woman’s behind. And as the sound slowly built in volume it seemed directly related to what the upper half of the woman was currently doing.
The wet slurping, gagging, and choking noises coming from the white haired head between Ben’s legs filled the entire room. If his mother and sister weren’t currently occupied they may have been able to hear it themselves as the pale woman impaled herself throat first onto Ben’s cock. Hoarse choking gasps escaped from her mouth as she maintained a punishing pace.
Ben’s hips and manhood were bouncing faintly with the force this woman was plunging him down her gullet and mashing her face into his groin and balls. On the pull back a loud sloppy sucking noise would follow with an answering shudder from Ben before the milking process would resume. Up and down, up and down the woman’s head went.
Pale plush lips were suctioned tight around the teenagers shaft as they slid from the crown to two thirds of the way down and back up again. Inside her mouth the woman’s tongue licked furiously around the crown of Ben’s manhood as it sought to taste all of him between furious swallows of his meat. Perfectly manicured nails tickled trails across the balls of the teenager as one hand played with him and the other kept him aimed straight up to the woman’s ferociously insistent mouth.
A mouth that seemed to want to do nothing but stuff itself full of him. The pace set was inhuman. Swallow after swallow, choke after choke, the woman didn’t seem to need to breathe as she plunged him down her gullet. And Ben was certainly feeling it even through the strange sleep that had befallen his family.
Even with his face buried between two pale ass cheeks his moans and groans were clearly audible. eighteen-year-olds didn’t get their dicks sucked like this. This wasn’t the mouth of some fumbling high school girl. This was the mouth of a grown woman with one solitary mission, to drain his balls dry. And with a smothered groan from the teenager face first in her pussy she took one more step towards said goal.
Hips thrusting upward Ben’s manhood stood at rigid attention as it pulsed in time with each involuntary shot of his seed. Rope after rope of white batter fired up into the pale woman’s mouth only to be swallowed down her throat as she continued to suck away at him.
Cheeks hollowing around the base of Ben’s shaft the woman pulled back up to the crown, tongue swirling around the head as the now twitching and spasming teenager unloaded into her. Her hand jacked furiously away at his shaft as she milked him for as much of his load as possible. All the while the teenage boys hips pumped erratically as the end of his orgasm neared
One. Two. Three …
Ben’s hips gave three struggling, spasming thrusts before he dropped back limply to the bed. Cock still buried halfway down the woman’s throat she slowly pulled off of it with a wet pop before licking the head clean. With his face still buried in the pale woman’s ass Ben was a mess of hoarse groans that no one could hear and deep shuddering breaths that were almost completely smothered by the woman’s pussy smashed against his mouth.
Restrained and partially smothered as he was it took Ben awhile to relax before he slowly went limp beneath the round ass of the pale woman. When he was still the woman pushed up off his face to stand over him. Then just as she was about to step off the bed and out of the moonlight currently keeping her corporeal she looked down and paused.
Still standing straight up at eight inches long and at full mast Ben’s spit shined hard on pointed straight up in defiance. Somehow the teenager was still hard and ready to go. If the pale woman felt any sort of emotion in regards to the teenagers persisting lust it did not show on her high cheekboned face. Instead, face an unmoving mask of neutrality, she turned around to face the boy and took one single outward to place both her feet on the sides of the bed.
The quiet slide of skin over cotton sounded out beneath her as some invisible force slid Ben’s sleeping body up off the edge of the bed to lying fully on it. Parted legs now standing on either side of Ben’s hips she didn’t look down at the thick cock beneath her as she squatted down, hands on her widespread knees as she went. Ass settling perfectly onto Ben’s lap the teenager let out a strained shudder as his manhood was consumed again, drowning in a tight, wet, and velvety prison.
Hips slowly beginning to gyrate in his lap the pale lady raised a hand and pressed a finger to the middle of Ben’s chest. Where her finger touched a black shape in the form of a keyhole rose to sit on the skin like a tattoo. As she pulled her hand back the blackness inside faded leaving only a faint outline and the CH-CHK sound of metallic tumblers raking across the teeth of a key echoed eerily throughout the room. Something had been unlocked.
Two things happened simultaneously after that sound faded from the room. Two hands slapped down with a death grip on the pale bubble butt that was the pale lady’s ass. Then the woman stiffened as she jumped a foot and a half into the air as Ben’s back arched hips surging upwards, almost throwing her off. Then, within almost inhuman resilience of his own Ben began thrusting.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
The loud wet slaps of two bodies crashing into each other filled the room. However dominant the pale lady had been when she had been sitting on Ben’s face, paled in comparison to the utterly relentless thrusting she was receiving from this teenager. Sat atop the teen’s hips half of the pale lady’s head was cut off by the moonlight, her hair and eyes invisible in the dark.
However, it would have only taken a person one look to see that the teenager was really doing a number on her. Her lips told the tale all on their own. Shifting between stunned open mouth quivering and twitching gritting of teeth the rest of the pale lady’s body began to follow suit.
White hands dug into Ben’s forearms failing to break the death grip he had on her hips as he kept her airborne purely with the power and speed of his thrusts. Slowly her grip began to falter, fingers twitching and losing strength under the unending bombardment from below until they settled for weakly holding on to his wrists. Large full breasts bounced and quaked over faintly visible abs as the woman’s back arched under the teenager’s unyielding pummeling.
Under any other circumstances Ben would have tired in a couple of minutes, but whatever was keeping him asleep was also keeping him in top form. His body would not tire as he laid waste to the woman riding him. And he would not wake up while it happened. He would simply deliver loud slapping thrust after loud slapping thrust into a strange pale woman whose composure was beginning to falter beneath the passion she herself had unleashed.
Meanwhile, in the other room across the hall, similar sounds could be heard. Candace let out little grunts and groans as she was pummeled in a similar fashion to the pale lady. Bent over on her knees on her own bed the older sister held onto the headboard for dear life as she was hammered into again and again.
However, like her brother she had become less passive, her hands wrapping themselves around the wooden beams on the bouncing headboard as she threw herself back on the cock driving into her. Each resounding crack from the meeting of her ass against the hips of the being burying itself inside her reverberated loudly through the room as the thrusts slowly began to pick up speed and power.
Meanwhile, Candice’s full round ass shook, bounced, and wobbled under the unrelenting plowing. And yet the young woman held on remaining locked in that same willingly receptive position, knees spread wide, hips tilted back to give the invisible force fucking the shit out of her full access.
Above her jostling breasts sat a black keyhole mark identical to the one on Ben’s chest. Like the pale lady in his room whatever it was that had given her that mark seemed to be struggling as the formerly punishing pace it had been maintaining was beginning to falter.
Whereas earlier that night the sister had been pushed prone beneath the forceful strokes of the invisible being, now she met him thrust for thrust, her ass crashing back into his hips with a mighty clap. Eyes never opening and face completely relaxed she went at the thing behind her each nerve tingling collision punching cock deep within her sweat covered body. Nonexistent hands gripped her waist for some semblance of control, but the pace was slowly but surely swinging Candace’s way.
Down the hall in her new much too big room Hannah was enduring a far different experience than her son and daughter. The mother of two had fallen into a state opposite of her son and daughter. One of if not submission then indulgence.
Laid flat in midair a few inches over the middle of the bed Hannah’s legs were pinned back by her shoulders, held in place by the same beings that had their hands on her son and daughter. Her head was tilted back mouth agape as her throat flexed inexplicably around a hard length plunging rapidly down it. Her pussy and ass stretched to accommodate two cocks plundering deep in offbeat, asynchronous thrusts. And her hands wrapped themselves around invisible dicks as she rapidly jacked away at them.
The bed beneath her shook with the weights of multiple bodies atop it. All of which were centered around her. The mom worked cocks with every inch of her body. The noises she made were unhinged and feral. Ranging from angry hisses to hoarse moans. Her hair was disheveled and her nighty had been ripped apart at some point and tossed off the bed. Her eyes were half open, but only the whites were visible as they were rolled into the back of her head.
A body shaped and molded in the gym while still holding on to the natural graces gifted to her by her genetics was beset upon by hand, shaft, and mouth. Hannah’s tits were sucked, her ass was smacked, and her throat was filled repeatedly as she was subjected to an onslaught of debauchery. Lying back on one of the beings currently buried up her ass she was filled air tight. Every inch of her sweaty sleeping body was worked over as the invisible beings had their way
Through all of this, as her body was manhandled and flipped over into new position after new position to be fucked the keyhole mark her son and daughter shared sat on her chest. The only difference being hers was fully black.
Whatever effect that black keyhole caused could only be guessed at as it began to fade as she was the first of the night to reach her climax.
Sandwiched between two bodies the mother of two’s body clenched, every muscle fiber tensing every tendon pulling taught as the overwhelming assault on her libido came to an end. Hannah screamed around the cock buried down her gullet. Half choking and half swallowing as the manhood ejaculated down her throat.
Her lower holes were like vices around the cocks driving into her as they too began to cum, painting every inch of her insides in invisible spectral semen. Her hips bucked up to meet every thrust as her legs broke free to wrap around the waist I’m the one on top of her. When she had finished swallowing down the load in her throat her head tilted back up for both of the dicks in her hands to explode for a money shot that would have been glorious in its messiness if anyone could have seen it.
Down the hall, Candace had successfully unseated her unseen assailant and knocked him on his back where she now rode reverse cowgirl back into the mattress. Time and time again the young woman slammed her round ass up and down on the long hard length that had spent the night within her. She was panting furiously as she pushed herself with all her strength against the being trying to get every last inch in her.
Shivers beginning to travel the length of her body as fire pooled between her legs. So she continued to throw her ass back, even as her orgasm robbed her of the coordination to effectively cowgirl the pulsing cock within her, even as the feeling of a ghostly creampie sent her over the edge again in back to back orgasms. She didn’t stop until the strength left her sex addled body and she slumped over to the side and fell into a much more natural sleep then any she’d had this night.
Across the hall, the Pale lady had surrendered. Laid back limp on Ben’s chest the ghostly woman was like a human sized sex toy for the teenager she had hoped to prey on as he continued to plunge up into her pussy from below. She’d attempted to switch positions thinking that a different angle might set him off, but to no avail.
She’d only been able to distract him for a moment by directing his hands to her full tits, but still he persisted in pounding away at her like a machine. Relentless and unforgiving for her trespass into his domain. He hadn’t slowed down for a moment since she’d foolishly sat upon him for a second round twenty minutes ago. So with a weariness unnatural to a being of her kind she finally let her head flop back weakly onto his shoulder surrendering her body for his use.
The second she did this she felt a twitch inside her as her cheek pressed up against his own. Instinct leapt to the forefront. She had done something, but at this point it was too late for her to capitalize. Or so she thought as another twitch against the side of her face made her glance up to see the sleeping teenagers face turning towards her mouth pursing just the slightest degree. It took less then a second for her to know what to do.
Her own mouth opening the pale lady weakly reached up and turned the chin of the teenager down towards her. He went with no resistance, his pounding cock not stopping for a moment, his roaming hands filling themselves with her breasts. The second her tongue slid into his mouth she felt the first shot of come blast into her. Rope after rope of thick white jizz blasted into the pale lady filling every inch of her with come. That was until with a relieved moan the spectral woman vanished, disappearing as quickly as she had appeared.
Aftershocks still letting out spurts of come for a moment or so the teenager soiled himself and his bed as he slipped into unconsciousness. Completely unaware of the accomplishment he had just achieved or the attention he had gained.
Across the street a car sat watching the house. In It a middle aged woman with pulled back brown hair and a severe expression watched the home. Turning on the overhead light she pulled out a compact and angled it to her chest. On it a hollow keyhole slowly faded away. Looking up at the home she shook her head as she started her car.
“I’m so sorry,” were the only words she said before driving off into the night.
THE END