Chapter 1: Midnight Apparition
The world looked so much brighter, floating around as Evelyn did. She could see the colors, the hues, the shades, all so vibrant and alive. The living world was a kaleidoscope of life, and she was a ghost, a specter, a shadow, tethered to it all.
She flew over Chicago , her city, her home. The wind whispered through the streets, carrying the scent of rain and the distant hum of traffic. She could see the people, their lives, their loves, their sorrows, all laid out before her like a tapestry. But she was invisible, intangible, a silent observer, a ghost in the machine.
Her name was Evelyn Reed, and she had been dead for a year. She had died suddenly, unexpectedly, leaving behind a son, a life, a world that she could not touch, could not feel, could not be a part of. Yet she persisted in the realm of living, to be alive again, to feel life coursing through her.
And she felt that the most when she was on her knees, serving a cock attached to someone she loved. She just imagined that, feeling the need to be held, to be cherished while she bobbed her head on a cock that plunged in her throat.
It was within a flash of a second, that she found herself on her knees. The sound of a running shower echoing in her ears, clearer than ever it had been when she had been alive. A big thick cock on her soft ethereal tongue, just about sliding down . She felt her ghostly body being able to just take it all, no gag reflex , no discomfort.
She felt her translucent body relax, being able to take in that massive cock, a cock bigger than any she had taken before.And as she did, she tried to hold on to the thighs of the man the cock belonged to, but her ghostly hands just went through his real legs. That huge cock plunged deeper in her throat, the only part of her body that was seemingly solid enough to feel any sensation. As she went down on that cock, she looked up.
The face of her young, handsome man appeared, his eyes closed ,biting his lips as if holding back a loud moan. For a second she just stopped, his cock all the way down her throat.
Benjamin, had woken up with a raging hard on, and gotten in the shower to take care of it. Under the morning sunlight coming in, he was stroking his cock, when he had suddenly felt soft lips on his cock sliding up, as if eager to swallow his whole length. He somehow managed to open his eyes, and found no one, nothing between his legs besides his hard cock jutting out. But the sensation, the sensation of a welcoming throat taking his cock in didn’t go away.
He was shocked, a bit scared but couldn’t deny how fucking good it felt being blown by the invisible slut . He closed his eyes again, trying to focus on the sensation of the warm, wet mouth around his cock, the soft lips sucking him in, the tongue swirling around his shaft.
He felt a hand on his thigh, a soft, cool touch that sent shivers down his spine. He looked down and saw a translucent hand, fingers splayed, tracing patterns on his skin. He could see through it, but it felt real, solid. He reached out, his hand passing through the hand on his thigh. He felt a jolt of electricity, a spark of something he couldn’t quite understand.
He opened his eyes, looking down at the shower floor. There, kneeling before him, was a figure . The shape of her was godly, water droplets passing through her skin as if she wasn’t there. She wasn’t fully visible,he couldn’t make her face out, but he could see the curve of her breasts, the swell of her hips, the length of her legs. She was naked, her body a study in contrast, translucent yet solid, ethereal yet real. He could see the shower floor through her, yet he could see her, her form shimmering like a mirage in the desert.
Benjamin's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He was scared, confused, but there was something else, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He felt a strange connection, a pull towards this apparition, this ghost, this... woman. He felt her, her presence, her desire, her need. It was palpable, a tangible force that wrapped around him like a warm embrace.
Evelyn realised in that moment her son couldn’t see her. His cock although still in her mouth, was hard as a rock. She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze intense, curious, almost... reverent. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she saw it. Lust. Unbridled lust. Her son didn’t know it was his mother’s ghost who had his cock deep in her throat.
She could see the confusion in his eyes, the fear, the desire. She could feel his heart pounding, his breath hitching. She wanted to reassure him, to tell him it was her, but she couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she was ready.
She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a soft, wet sound. Then she opened wide, and latched back onto the cock she had given birth to years ago. She proceeded to give that cock the best, sloppiest and sluttiest blowjob ever.
Ben didn’t understand a thing that was happening. He was in his shower, jerking off, and now he had a ghostly mouth on his cock, giving him the best head of his life. He could feel the suction, the wetness, the warmth, the tongue swirling around his shaft. It was unreal, yet so fucking real.
He looked down at the figure, her body shimmering in the morning light. He could see the outline of her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. He could see the curve of her hips, the length of her legs. She was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.
He could feel her, her touch , her eagerness but couldn’t see who the beautiful big titted woman was, who was serving him like a slut. He could feel her tongue, her lips, her throat, all working in harmony to pleasure him. He could feel her moans, her whimpers, her pleasure, all echoing in his mind.
He reached out, his hands passing through her hair, her shoulders, her breasts. He could feel her, but he couldn’t touch her, not really. It was like trying to grab smoke, it slipped through his fingers, leaving him with nothing but a sense of loss.
But that did not assuage that willing woman from going deeper, taking his cock all the way in. No woman he had ever met had been able to deepthroat him. Young or old. But this ghost, this apparition or whatever she was, she was taking him deep, her throat constricting around his cock as she swallowed him whole. He could feel her throat tightening, her body convulsing, but she didn’t stop. She took him all the way in, her nose pressing against his stomach, her lips against his pubic bone.
He could feel his orgasm building, a wave of pleasure crashing over him. He tried to pull back, tried to warn her, but she held him in place, her hands gripping his thighs, her mouth locked around his cock. He could feel his release, his seed spurting into her throat, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. He tried to pull back, to give her a chance to breathe, but she held him in place, her mouth locked around his cock, her throat constricting around him as she swallowed every last drop.
Even as he pulled back, his cock continued erupting as his hyperspermia kicked in after a very very long time. The next outpour of his thick seed now came down on her semi visible face. Ben tried to find some control but his cock wasn’t done yet. He could feel his body trembling, his legs shaking, his breath coming in short gasps. He was in a state of euphoria, a state of bliss, a state of pure ecstasy. He was in a state of disbelief, a state of shock, a state of confusion.
Evelyn, on the other hand, was in a state of pure pleasure. She could feel the warmth of his seed, the taste of his cum, the smell of his desire. She could feel his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps, his legs shaking. She could feel his pleasure, his release, his orgasm. She could feel his love, his need, his desire. It was a tangible force, a connection that bound them together, a bond that transcended life and death.
She looked up, to see how her son had enjoyed what had been the most taboo act of his life, without him knowing about it. This time though he saw the face, distinct, clear. Laden with cum, lips coloured in deep red, huge tits heaving up and down, up and down. Evelyn. His mother. On her knees, a happy smile that he couldn’t fathom , her face dripping with his cum. Benjamin stumbled back, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He felt a rush of emotions, confusion, shock, disbelief, and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He looked at the apparition, his mother, her body still shimmering, her form still translucent, yet her face, her face was clear, her features distinct. It was her, Evelyn Reed, his mother, the woman who had raised him, loved him, and now... now she was a ghost, a specter, a phantom, and she had just given him the most intense, most pleasurable experience of his life.
“Mom?”, he asked the ghostly shape that was still kneeling before him, her face dripping with his cum. “Benjamin, my sweet boy,” she replied, her voice soft, yet clear, like a whisper carried by the wind. She stood up, her form shimmering, her body slowly becoming more solid, more real. He could see her now, clearly, her blue eyes meeting his, her blonde hair damp from the shower, her body a study in contrast, translucent yet solid, ethereal yet real. She was naked, her curves on full display, her breasts heaving with each breath she took. He could see the faint outline of her nipples, the curve of her hips, the length of her legs.
“Hope that blow job was worth the shock,” she said, a playful smile on her face. Her voice was soft, yet it echoed in his mind, a whisper carried by the wind.
“Mom...” he stammered, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. His mother, his dead mother, was standing before him, naked, her body shimmering, her form translucent, yet she was here, she was real.
“Yes, Benjamin,” she said, her voice soft, yet firm. “It’s me, Evelyn. Your mother.”
He looked at her, his eyes wide, his mouth open. He couldn’t believe it.
His mother, the woman who had raised him, loved him, and now... now she was a ghost, who stood there with loads of his cum on her face.
"Mom," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "How is this possible? You're...you're a ghost," Benjamin stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"I don't understand. How... how can this be?"
Evelyn smiled, her eyes soft with a mix of tenderness and sadness. "It's a long story, my dear," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the short of it is, I'm still here. I'm still with you."
Benjamin shook his head, trying to process what was happening. "But... but you're dead. I saw you... I saw you die."
Evelyn nodded, her form shimmering slightly as she moved closer to him. "Yes, I was. But I didn't want to leave you. I couldn't leave you.
Not like that. Not without knowing you were going to be okay. So, I found a way to stay. To linger. To be with you," Evelyn explained, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions Benjamin could see swirling in her eyes.
Benjamin's gaze flicked between her face and her body, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his mother was standing before him, naked and very much alive in a spectral sense. He could see the faint outline of her ribs, the curve of her hips, the length of her legs. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and erect, her skin smooth and translucent.
“Oh! You must be thinking why your mother’s ghost was sucking your cock huh?”, Evelyn asked, a playful smile on her face. Benjamin looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, what he was seeing.
Evelyn chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that seemed to fill the room.
“Let me explain. I had been trying to figure out how to make myself more real, you know. Solid. I was wondering what could do it. I was thinking hard, and then I found myself here. On my knees. And when I opened my eyes, your cock was…well it was halfway down my throat”, she began to explain him the story of how she had found herself in his shower, on her knees, sucking his cock. “ I would’ve stopped. I swear. But then I saw the happiness on your face. My love for you couldn’t let me stop. I wanted to make you happy, Benjamin. I wanted to give you pleasure, to see you smile, to hear you moan. And when you came, Benjamin, when you released inside me, I felt it. I felt you, your essence, your life force. It was like a jolt of electricity, a spark of life coursing through me. I felt real, Benjamin. For the first time since I died, I felt real."
Benjamin stood there, his mouth agape, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
He couldn't process what was happening. At least, as real as a ghost could be.
"Mom," he whispered, his voice barely audible. “How can this be? How is blowing your own son the key to making you real?” Benjamin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The shower was still running, the water cascading down his body, but he barely noticed. His gaze was locked on his mother, her form shimmering in the steam-filled room. “I don’t know, Benjamin. I don’t know how it works. But I know that it does. I know that when I’m with you, when I’m touching you, when I’m...” She paused, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “When I’m doing what I just did, I feel more real. More solid.”
A few hours later.
Ben was sitting on his living room couch, while his mother’s ghost was semi floating semi sitting on the couch next to him. This time her apparition did seem to have a flowing sundress on, though it was still translucent enough to make out her form beneath. Her blonde hair wasn’t damp from the shower, and her blue eyes held a soft, almost glowing look.
“Mom. You’re here. You’re really here”, her son said in the voice that held a year of torment where she had been dead . Evelyn’s heart ached at the sight of him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She reached out, her hand passing through his shoulder, but she could feel the warmth of his skin, the softness of his shirt. She could feel him, really feel him, for the first time since she had died.
“I’m here, Benjamin. I’m here to stay. I promise,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions she felt. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love, with hope, with a promise of a future that she had never thought possible.
Benjamin looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion, disbelief, and something else. “Do we have to keep doing…that to keep you here?” he asked, wondering if he would lose her again.
“Umm, why? Did you enjoy my lips on your cock hmm son? My mouth was that good huh?”, his mother’s ghost joked.
Benjamin felt his cheeks flush at the mention of her lips on his cock, his body reacting despite the absurdity of the situation. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his eyes flicking between his mother’s face and her translucent form.
“Mom, I... I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, “It is absurd. You’re a ghost. You gave me a blowjob that would make a porn star blush, and now I’m wondering if we might have to do that again so you don’t disappear. What even do I say?…”.
Evelyn looked at him, she understood the entire absurdity of the situation. She knew that he was confused, that he was scared, that he was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she was still here, still with him. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the questions swirling in his mind, the fear and the hope and the love all mixed together in a chaotic dance.
“Benjamin,” she said, her voice soft, yet firm. “I know this is strange. I know this is...unconventional. But I promise you, I’m here to stay. I’m here to be with you. If that means I have to give you blowjobs for the rest of time, honey I’ll be on my knees bobbing on that thick cock everytime I begin to flutter out of this world”.
Evelyn said with a playful wink, her ghostly form shimmering as she leaned in closer to her son. Benjamin couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Despite the absurdity of the situation, despite the fact that he was sitting on his couch with his mother’s ghost, he felt a warmth spread through him at her words.
“Wow”, he said sighing heavily, and both of them burst out into laughter.
The tension in the room was broken, and for a moment, they were just mother and son, laughing together. Evelyn’s form shimmered with the sound of her laughter, her translucent body glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Benjamin’s eyes were fixed on her, his gaze taking in every detail of her form, every curve, every line, every shimmering edge.
“You know, Mom,” he said, his voice softening as he looked at her. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.”
Evelyn’s eyes softened, her laughter fading as she looked at her son. “I know, Benjamin. I know. And I’m here now.” She tried to hug him, but her arms passed through him, a cold, tingling sensation lingering where they had been. Benjamin shivered, the touch of his mother’s ghostly embrace sending a chill down his spine. He reached out, his hands finding the soft, translucent fabric of her dress. He could feel her, but only just. It was like trying to hold onto smoke, to grasp at a shadow.
“I wish I could hold you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish you were real.”
Evelyn looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and longing. “I am real, Benjamin. I’m here. I’m with you. I just...
I'm not solid yet," Evelyn said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm working on it. I promise you, Benjamin, I'm working on it." She reached out, her hand passing through his, “maybe if I…” she paused, her eyes flicking to his crotch, “do what I did in the bathroom again?”.
Ben had loved the blowjob in the shower, but he didn’t feel he could just come out and say ‘Sure mom, suck my cock if that makes your ghostly body more solid’. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his mother was a ghost, and that she had given him the best blowjob of his life. He was also trying to understand why he felt no revulsion or guilt at the thought of doing it again. Instead, he felt a strange sense of longing, a desire to help his mother, to make her real again. He looked at her, her form shimmering in the soft light of the living room, her eyes filled with hope and love. He knew he couldn’t deny her, not when she looked at him like that.
“Mom,” he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions he felt.
“I... I don’t know what to say. This is all so... so strange. But I want to help you. I want to make you real again.”
Evelyn’s eyes widened, a soft glow of hope shining in their depths. “You do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Benjamin nodded, his gaze locked onto hers. “Yes. I do. I want you to be here, with me. I want you to be real, to be solid. I want to hug you, to hold you, to feel you. I want to...” He paused, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he realized what he was about to say.
“I want to... to touch you. To feel you. All of you. The way you were before.”
Evelyn's breath hitched, her form shimmering with the force of her emotions. She could feel her son's desire, his need, his love. It was a tangible force, a connection that bound them together, a bond that transcended life and death. She reached out, her hand passing through his, her fingers brushing against his cheek. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the softness of his beard, the roughness of his fingers as he turned his head to press a kiss into her palm.
“I want that too, Benjamin,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion,“Take it out, let’s see if our hypothesis works”. Ben tried to feign hesitation but his hands went down quickly.
He unbuttoned his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free. He was already hard, his cock throbbing with anticipation, his body responding to the thought of his mother's lips on him again. He looked at her, his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her reaction.
Evelyn's grin turned into a soft , sultry smile as she took in the sight of her son's cock, thick and hard, standing at attention.
She leaned in, her form shimmering as she moved closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his desire filling the air. She reached out, her hand passing through his thigh, her fingers brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of his inner leg.
If sucking on her son's cock was the key to making her more solid, she was more than willing to do it again and again. She wanted to be real, to be solid, to be with her son.
Benjamin watched as her translucent form shimmered, her body becoming more solid with each passing moment. He saw how the sundress slowly seemed to disappear off her ethereal form, revealing her curvaceous body, her ample breasts, her flat stomach, her full, round bottom.
She leaned in, her breath hot on his skin as she whispered, "Everytime I begin to fade honey,
I'll be on my knees, bobbing on that thick cock of yours."
He could feel her, her presence, her desire.
She took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. He could feel her, her touch, her eagerness. Her mouth was warm, wet, and eager, her lips tight as she took him deep.
“Oh god! Mom! You’re actually sucking my cock” Ben wowed out loud, as her head began moving up and down his length. Evelyn heard it, but didn’t dare take her lips off his cock, lest she lose the precious solidity she was gaining. She could feel it, the sensation of her body becoming more real, more tangible with each passing moment. She could feel the texture of the couch beneath her knees, the rough fabric of the cushions against her skin. She could feel the weight of her breasts, the sway of her hips as she moved. She could feel her son's cock, thick and hard, sliding in and out of her mouth, his skin smooth and hot against her tongue.
Ben's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft, blonde locks as he guided her head, setting the pace. Evelyn moaned around his cock, as after a year of being dead for the first time she felt her son’s touch. Though it came as he laced his fingers through her hair while she bobbed her head on his cock, it assured that in that moment atleast she was solid.
Evelyn’s body becoming more substantial with each bob on his cock.
Benjamin could feel the difference, her mouth no longer a ghostly, ethereal presence, but a warm, wet haven that enveloped him completely. He could feel her tongue, her teeth, her lips, all working in harmony to bring him pleasure. He could feel her breath, hot and ragged, coming in short gasps as she worked him, her enthusiasm evident in every movement.
Benjamin’s hands tightened in her hair, his grip firm as he guided her head, setting a rhythm that had them both moaning in pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing with each thrust into her mouth.
He looked down, his eyes locked onto the sight of his mother's head bobbing up and down on his cock, her blonde hair a stark contrast against his tanned skin. He could see the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, the fullness of her lips stretched around him.
Evelyn could feel it too, the change in her son's body, the tension in his muscles, the way his grip on her hair tightened. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, feel the way his cock swelled in her mouth. She wondered how much more solid it would make her if that cock was in any other hole of hers. That thought made her moan with his cock deep in her throat.
“Mom, your mouth feels so good…” Ben blabbered as her lips moved on his cock’s length. He wasn’t sure how she would react hearing how much he was enjoying this, loving her slutty mouth on his cock. But she didn’t seem to mind, her eyes closed in concentration, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She was becoming more solid with each passing moment, her body taking on a more tangible form. Her dress was now fully gone, her body naked and shimmering in the soft light of the living room.
“Fuck it” he whispered and just grabbed the huge melons that huge from her chest and started to squeeze them. Evelyn moaned around his cock, the sensation of her son's hands on her tits making her realise how much her form had solidified. She could feel the weight of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the way her nipples hardened under his touch.
Benjamin's hands were rough, his grip firm as he squeezed her tits, his fingers brushing against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. He could feel the softness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, the way they filled his hands completely. He could feel her nipples, hard and erect, pressing into his palms as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh.
“Mum…I am gonna…” he didn’t manage to finish his sentence. His body tensed, his grip on her hair tightened, and with a guttural groan, he released into her mouth. And for the first time Evelyn felt the real warmth of her son’s cum shooting down her throat. A thick, hot stream was flowing down her mouth into her stomach. Evelyn could feel it, the warmth, the life, the essence of her son filling her, making her more real.
The jet wasn’t a trickle, but a torrent, a river of heat and life that seemed to course through her, solidifying her form, making her feel more alive than she had. The very essence of him filled her, and she could feel herself becoming more real with each pulse of his release. Cum continued to flow out from his cock, onto her tongue. She happily drank away the salty liquid, feeling it solidify her form even further. She could feel her body becoming more substantial, her skin less translucent, her limbs heavier. She could feel the weight of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the length of her legs.
Benjamin's hands were still on her tits, his grip loosening as his orgasm subsided. He was panting, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You're... you're solid. You're real," he said, his voice filled with wonder.
Evelyn stood up, and was immediately wrapped in a bear hug by her son. She could feel his arms around her, his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her neck. She could feel the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin, the strength of his embrace. She could feel herself, solid and real, for the first time since she had died.
"Benjamin," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I can feel you. I can feel you, really feel you."
He pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers. "I can feel you too, Mom. I can feel you. You're real. You're here."
Evelyn nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes. Yes, I am. Looks like sucking my son off has its perks," Evelyn said with a playful wink, her form now fully solid, her body a mirror image of what it had been in life.
Ben took his shirt off, and hugged her again, wanting to feel her close, hug her so tight she would never disappear again. Evelyn's body was warm and soft, her skin smooth and soft to the touch. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, his breath hot on her neck.
"You can't imagine how much I've missed you," Ben whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've missed you so much."
Evelyn's eyes filled with tears, her heart aching with love and longing. "I know, Benjamin. And I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."
Ben pulled back, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down her cheeks. "I love you, Mom.I love you so much," Benjamin whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
And then he kissed her, for the first time. Evelyn melted. Her son's lips on hers were soft, warm, and hesitant at first, as if he was afraid she might disappear at any moment. But she was solid, real, and she was there to stay. She leaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. She could feel his heart beating against her palm, his breath coming in short gasps as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Benjamin's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. Evelyn’s tits pressed hard against his chest, flattening slightly with the pressure. She could feel his cock, already hardening again, pressing against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch, to his kiss, to his nearness. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need.
Benjamin broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Mom... I... I don't know if this is right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, you're my mom. And you're... you're naked. And I'm... I'm hard.I'm hard for my mom," Ben whispered, his voice thick with desire and confusion.
“Don’t worry baby, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now just hold me, hold your mother ,” Evelyn whispered, her voice soft and soothing. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the confusion, the fear, the desire. She knew he was torn, that he was trying to reconcile his love for her with the taboo nature of their situation. She also knew that he was hard for her, that his body was responding to hers in a way that was both natural and yet deeply intimate.
Benjamin hesitated for a moment, his hands still on her hips, his cock pressing against her stomach. Then, slowly, he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her, his body pressing against hers. Evelyn could feel the heat of his skin, the strength of his embrace, the way his heart beat against her chest.
They fell back on the couch again, hugging, crying, and yes kissing.
Benjamin's hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. Evelyn moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.
Benjamin's hands found their way to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer, grinding his cock against her. Evelyn gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closing as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel every inch of her son's body, every muscle, every line, every contour.
It was a while after which they broke that hug.
They were both panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync. Benjamin looked at his mother, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and love, her lips swollen from their kisses. He could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her stomach. He knew he should feel guilty, that what they were doing was wrong, taboo, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when she looked at him like that, not when she felt so real, so solid, so alive in his arms.
Evelyn reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “Never leave me baby, whatever it takes to keep me here, do it please.
I don’t want to be a ghost anymore,” Evelyn whispered, her voice filled with a desperate longing. Benjamin's heart ached at the sound of it, at the thought of losing her again. He knew what he had to do, what he wanted to do. He wanted to make her real, to keep her with him, to love her, to hold her, to feel her.
“I won’t leave you, Mom. I promise. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here,” Benjamin vowed, his voice steady and sure. He looked at her, his eyes filled with determination. He knew what he was about to suggest was risky, taboo, but he didn’t care.
He wanted his mother, needed her, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep her with him.
“Honey,” Evelyn asked tentatively, “you really enjoyed my blowjob or you did that just to keep me here?”.
Benjamin hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to her lips, still swollen from their kisses. He knew he should lie, should tell her that it was just to keep her here, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted her to know the truth, wanted her to understand the depth of his desire for her.
“No, Mom,” he admitted, his voice soft. “I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot. I enjoyed it more than I should have.”
Evelyn's eyes widened, surprise and understanding flashing across her face. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lips. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and understanding.
“Mom”, he interrupted, “ I was obsessed with you when you were alive. I felt like I shouldn’t have those feelings for you. But your body is so…so damn sexy. So fucking hot, I spent hours jerking off to you, and I was ashamed. And then you died.
I was shattered, Mom. I thought I'd never see you again, never feel you, never... never have you like this. But now, here you are, solid and real, and I can't help but feel... grateful. Grateful for this second chance, grateful for you."
Evelyn's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She could see the truth in her son's eyes, the depth of his emotions, the sincerity of his words. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I'm grateful too, Benjamin. Grateful for this second chance, grateful for you," Evelyn whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“Mom, I had thoughts of doing things…dirty filthy things with you. And now, we need to do some of those things to keep you here, hold you from being a ghost. I am conflicted, my mind is a whirlwind of emotions, but my body, it wants you, Mom. It wants you so badly," Benjamin admitted, his voice filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and fear. He knew what he was suggesting was wrong, taboo, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her, needed her, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep her with him.
Evelyn's eyes widened, surprise and understanding flashing across her face. She could see the turmoil in her son's eyes, the confusion, the fear, the desire. “Hey, hey, hey” she said, wiping the tears from his eyes as he confessed his dark desires.
“It’s okay, Benjamin. It’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together, okay? We’ll find a way to keep me here, to make me real. And if that means... if that means doing those things you mentioned, then we’ll do them. Together.”
Benjamin looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and uncertainty. "You mean it, Mom? You're not... you're not disgusted by me? By what I want to do with you?"
Evelyn shook her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. "No, Benjamin. I'm not disgusted. I'm surprised, yes.
But disgusted? Never. You're my son, and I love you. And I want to be here, with you, more than anything. So, if that means exploring these... desires of yours, then let's explore them. Together."
Benjamin's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or revulsion. But all he saw was love, understanding, and a spark of desire that mirrored his own. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips. "You're sure, Mom? About all of this?"
Evelyn nodded, her hand covering his, her fingers intertwining with his. "I'm sure, Benjamin. And how nasty can your ideas be anyway? I mean I already swallowed your cum, and loved it. I’m sure your fantasies don’t go beyond my other holes do they?”
Ben paused and then her words repeated in his mind and he caught on one of them. “Holes?”, he asked, focusing on the plurality. Evelyn, who had been a very uninhibited person when she was alive, smiled as he caught on to the holes on offer.
She had been a very open-minded person when she was alive, and she was not about to shy away from the implications of her son's desires now. She could see the wheels turning in his mind, the way his eyes widened with realization, and she knew he was thinking about her other holes.
“Well, with these curves and looks did you think your mom was just a one trick pony?” Evelyn asked with a playful wink. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way his gaze flicked to her breasts, her hips, and she knew he was imagining her in a different way.
“Honey, I was not a prude. My body was always a playground for pleasure. And now that my staying solid in this world depends on it, I'm more than willing to let you play, Benjamin. I want you to touch me, to taste me, to fuck me in every way you've ever imagined”.
Benjamin's breath hitched, his eyes wide with shock and desire. "Mom... you... you can't mean that," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's... that's so... so wrong."
Evelyn reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lips. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice soft, “you wanted me when I was alive right? Even though it was wrong. Now that I need some of those dirty things to stay, tell me what harm could it do? I'm already here, Benjamin. I'm already solid. And I want to stay that way. I want to stay with you. And if that means exploring these desires of yours, then let's explore them.
Benjamin's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all he found was a fierce determination and a spark of desire that mirrored his own. He took a deep breath, his mind made up. "Okay, Mom. Okay. But we'll take it slow. We'll go at your pace, and if at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, we will. No questions asked."
Evelyn nodded, “Now you do wanna get on with your day mister? Or are you going to sit with your mom’s ghost the entire day?” she said smiling at her still stunned son. He finally smiled, the tension in his body easing a little. “Let's get you something to wear then. I don't want you walking around naked.” Evelyn laughed, “Well, no one can see me besides you. So do you still want me to get dressed?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Benjamin chuckled, “Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? But I’d still like to see you in something. It feels... more normal that way.” Evelyn nodded, “Alright then, I guess my apparition will figure something out on it’s own. I haven’t really gotten a hang on how this all works”.
Ben smiled, and nodded.
He would begin his work. He didn’t need an office, his home was it with him being an IT specialist. He sat down at his desk, a sleek, modern piece of furniture that dominated one corner of his bedroom. His laptop hummed to life, the screen casting a soft glow on his face as he logged into his system. He was a freelancer, working for various clients, but today, his mind was elsewhere.
His mother's words echoed in his mind, her voice soft and filled with a mix of desire and determination. He could still feel her, her body pressed against his, her lips on his, her hands on his skin. He could still taste her, still smell her, still feel the phantom touch of her lips around his cock.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Evelyn floated into the room, already missing her baby. When he saw the lovely blue gown that was draped over his mother’s ghost he decided spending time with the woman who had been dead for a year was way more important than work. He stood up, his chair screeching against the hardwood floor, and walked towards her. She was already dressed, the gown hugging her curves in all the right places, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. She looked radiant, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness, her lips curved into a soft smile.
"Ben," she said, her voice soft and filled with love. "Honey, why did you stop working?”. She floated closer to him, her eyes filled with concern. “You looked so focused, so intent. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
Benjamin smiled at her, his eyes softening. “You could never disturb me, Mom. Not when you look like that.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown. “You look beautiful. Like an angel.”
Evelyn blushed at his words, her eyes flicking downwards. “Thank you, Benjamin. I’ve always loved this dress. It was one of my favorites when I was alive.” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love that had nowhere to go in the last year.
Ben tried to hold her hand, but it was just slightly fading away , like a cloud of smoke. He sighed, “I think that magic is only temporary ma, your body is fading”.
Evelyn didn’t show a sign of stress though, she contemplated and then smiled, “Well honey, I guess that means I’ll just be spending some more time with my mouth on your cock then. I mean, if it’s the only way to keep me here, I’m all for it.” She said with a wink.
Benjamin blushed at her words, “Mum, how are you so casual” he said barely managing a smile. Evelyn just shrugged, “Well honey, I am a ghost. I want to stay with my son. So I am not going to think twice about anything I need to do to stay with you here. Luckily, you like my body, for years as it turns out and I enjoy sucking cock anyway. Especially big and thick ones” , she stuck her tongue out teasing him as she had when he was a child.
Benjamin chuckled, “Wow, you don’t hold back” he smiled, “You are just…something else aren’t you?
I mean, I knew you were open-minded, but this is…” he trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.
Evelyn grinned, “Well, honey, I’ve always been a firm believer in embracing life, and all its pleasures. And now, it seems, I’m embracing death in the same way. Besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, “It looks like my son has some desires already brewing. Dirty naughty things he wants to do to his mom”.
Ben sheepishly smiled , “Well, I guess I can’t deny that I’ve had some thoughts. But I never thought I’d be acting on them”. Evelyn chuckled, she leaned in, her eyes shining with mischief and said “Well, Benjamin, I’m here now. You can try out those thoughts and also keep me with you here. Sound good?”.
Benjamin hesitated, his eyes flicking to her lips, then to her eyes, searching for any sign of teasing or mockery. But all he found was a genuine offer, a spark of desire that mirrored his own. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, it does."
Evelyn's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Good," she said, her voice soft. "Then let's start with something simple. How about you tell me your favorite fantasies? You know, since I'm going to be here for a while."
Benjamin nodded, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.
He knew this was a delicate situation, a taboo that he was navigating with caution. But he also knew that his mother's presence, her solidity, was a gift he couldn't ignore. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"Okay, Mom," he began, his voice steady and sure. "I've had... thoughts. About you. About us. I've thought about... kissing you, touching you, feeling you. I've thought about... doing things to you, with you." Benjamin's voice was low, hesitant, as if he was afraid to voice his thoughts, afraid to give them life. But Evelyn was here, solid and real, and she wanted to know. She wanted to understand the depth of her son's desires, the extent of his fantasies.
“Go on son, don’t worry about what I’ll think. I’ll only be flattered”, she prompted him. He spoke, still in a whispering voice “ I’ve thought about...you on top of me mom, riding me like there’s no tomorrow. While I see your tits bouncing , your hair flying. I dreamt of unloading my cum on your for days on end, till you're dripping with it. I've thought about you on your knees, my cock in your mouth, your eyes looking up at me, begging for more. I've thought about bending you over, your ass in the air, and taking you from behind, hard and fast, until we're both screaming with pleasure."
Evelyn listened, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. She could see the flush on her son's cheeks, the way his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, the way his breath was coming in short gasps. She could see the evidence of his arousal, the way his cock was pressing against the front of his pants, and she felt a surge of power, of desire, of love.
She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, “Oh honey, you’ve had these desires for so long. I am sorry I never noticed when I was alive”. She looked up to see, love in her son’s eyes. “Mom”, he said, “How could you know. I never said anything. Those were taboo thoughts. We couldn’t have acted on them could we? There’d have been hell to pay”.
Evelyn’s eyes softened, her hand still cupping his cheek. “Awwhh baby… I wish I had known. I don’t know how I might have reacted then, maybe I would have been shocked, maybe I would have been… curious.” She paused, just looking adoringly at her who had just bared his rawest, most taboo desires then continued, “We won’t know what would’ve happened then. But now your ghost mum needs you to keep her here, and it seems like you need me too but for different purposes. Now since both those needs converge at the same point, it seems like we can both get what we want.”
Ben looked at her, in awe, still in some amount of disbelief. Evelyn continued on, “I mean , I am not complaining about your fantasies honey. They are quite... stimulating. And when I was alive, trust me the men I was with had a in house pornstar all to them. Now, that man will be you. Cool beans?”, she asked just as she had for years . Benjamin chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Yeah, Mom. Cool beans.” He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her gown, tracing the line of her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. “You know, I never thought I'd get to touch you like this again. Not after you...” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Evelyn reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear. “Shh, honey. It's okay. I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere” she paused, grinning wickedly and added at last, “well as long as you keep me busy on your cock, that is.” She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Benjamin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “You're something else, Mom. You know that?”
Evelyn just shrugged, her grin never fading. “I've always been a bit of a handful, Benjamin. You know that too. Now, come on, tell me more about these fantasies of yours. I want to know everything.”
Benjamin hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to his mother. He knew they were alone, that no one could see them, but he still felt a pang of guilt, of wrongness.
Yet, the desire that burned within him was stronger, more insistent. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto his mother's, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Well mom, some were ofcourse inspired by pornos, some were just my own imagination. I remember one fantasy where I had you bent over the kitchen counter, your ass in the air, and I was fucking you from behind, hard and fast, while you screamed my name. I…” Evelyn interrupted him , as a laugh chortled out from her glowing face.
“ Oh, Benjamin, you naughty boy. I should have known you'd have some... interesting fantasies. But tell me, honey, what made you think of that particular scenario? Was it the countertop itself, or the way you imagined me bent over it?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and amusement, her lips curved into a playful smile.
Ben looked down embarrassed, but then smiled, “Have you seen that ass of yours? How could I not imagine it bent over something?” He laughed, “I mean, it’s just so round and perfect, it’s like a fucking masterpiece. And the way you move, it’s like you were made for it.” Evelyn chuckled, her eyes softening with love and pride. “Well, thank you, Benjamin. That means a lot coming from you. Now, tell me more about your fantasies. I want to know everything.”
Ben took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the door, then back to his mother. “Well, I always wanted to fuck your ass upstairs, near the huge glass window you know”.
“The floor to ceiling ones?”, his mother prompted. Ben nodded, “ Yeah, the ones that let in all the light. I always imagined you bent over the window, your ass in the air, your tits pressed against the cool glass. And I’d be behind you, fucking you hard, while the sun streams in, making your skin glow. It was... it was so vivid, Mom. I could almost feel it, almost taste you.”
Evelyn was stunned, it was one of her favourite fantasy too. Just that there had been no one to fulfil it since his father had passed and she had been too busy raising her son to even think about it. Now, her son was offering to fulfil it. She looked at him, “Damn, Benjamin. That’s... that’s quite a fantasy. And you know what? I’ve had that fantasy too. I always wanted to do it with someone, but... well, life got in the way. And now, here we are, and you're offering to make it a reality. I must say, I'm quite... excited."
Benjamin's eyes widened in surprise, "You... you've had that fantasy too, Mom?" "Yes, Benjamin. I have. I'm not just your mother, you know. I'm a woman too. And I've had desires, Ben. Plus I always welcomed any attention to my ass, especially from a cock that big. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist too, so the thought of being fucked in front of that window, with the sun streaming in, making my skin glow, it's... it's quite exhilarating. But tell me, Benjamin, what made you think of that particular scenario? What was it about that window, that position, that appealed to you so much?"
Benjamin didn’t really hesitate this time, just explained slowly letting her absorb it, “ Well, Mom, I guess it's the contrast, the way it would be. You, all soft and warm, your skin glowing in the sunlight, and me, hard and rough, taking you from behind. The way your body would be pressed against the cool glass, your nipples hard, your breath fogging up the window. And the light, Mom, the way it would make your skin shine, like you were some kind of angel. It's just... it's just so fucking hot, Mom. I can't explain it any other way."
Evelyn's hand stilled, her eyes widening as she listened to her son's words. She could see the passion in his eyes, the vividness of his fantasy. “Wow, that’s some description honey. You really did want your mom to be a slut for you didn’t you?”. She asked, not shocked, just awed by his desire.
Ben just nodded, no words came out as none were necessary. Had Evelyn not been a ghost, he would’ve seen her breath hitching as she heard him.
Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink, a sign of her excitement and surprise. She floated closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his chest, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbone. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "that's... that's so beautiful. So vivid. I can almost feel it too."
Benjamin's heart pounded in his chest. “Really beautiful? I just described how I wanted to fuck you , my mom in the ass”, he emphasised the last word, “and you think it was beautiful?”. He was barely grasping that this was real. Evelyn gave him a soft smile, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Benjamin, I've always been open about sex, you know that. I've never shied away from talking about it, from exploring it. And now, here we are, and you're offering to give me one of my fantasies. A fantasy I never thought I'd get to experience. So yes, it's beautiful. It's beautiful because it's you, and it's me, and it's something we both want."
Ben took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto hers. "But Mom, it's... it's wrong. Isn't it? I mean, we're talking about... about incest. About you and me...together. In ways that we shouldn't be. In ways that society would frown upon. In ways that could destroy us if anyone ever found out." "Shh, Benjamin," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "It's okay. It's just us here. And baby, you’re forgetting I’m a ghost honey.
No one can see me, no one can find out. It’s just you and me, and our desires. And right now, I want you to tell me more about your fantasies. I want to know everything, Benjamin. Every dirty, naughty thought you’ve ever had about me. I want to know it all."
Benjamin knew she was right, that they were alone, that no one could see them. "There's one more fantasy I want to tell you about. Remember your shower upstairs?
The one with the glass doors and the rainfall showerhead? I always imagined you standing under it, the water cascading down your body, making your skin shine. I'd be behind you, my hands on your hips, my cock pressing against your ass. I'd slide into you, slowly at first, feeling your body adjust to mine. And then, I'd start to move, harder and faster, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the bathroom. I'd grip your hips tighter, my fingers digging into your soft flesh, as I fucked you against the glass. And then, you begging me to feed you my cum, so you can drink it till you're full. I'd pull out, my cock throbbing, and you'd turn around, your eyes hungry, your mouth open, waiting for me. I'd stroke myself, my hand moving fast, and then I'd come, my hot seed spilling onto your tongue, into your mouth, down your throat. And you'd swallow every drop, your eyes never leaving mine, your body shaking with pleasure."
Evelyn’s smile disappeared, a forlorn look on her face. Then the smile returned. “You know there’s a good chance, had you told me that fantasy when I was alive. I just…just might have let you”. She began grinning at him as her son’s eyes lit up hearing that.
“You know what, Benjamin? I think I might have done just that. I think I might have let you.” Then the two of them smiled, ruing the missed moments , but soon came back to the present. Laughing at the absurd situation they were in.
The remainder of the day was spent in Evelyn retelling the stories of how she had found herself stuck in the living realm, how she found herself finally able to move, float and eventually touch something. She told him her stories of her existence as a ghost.
The way she had floated through the house, unseen and unheard, for months.
Benjamin listened, his heart aching for her, for the loneliness she must have felt. He reached out, his hand going through hers as she had began fading more.
She smiled at him, "I know, honey. I know. But it's okay. We'll find a way to make this work. We always do." She paused, her eyes flicking to the window, to the setting sun. "You know, I've always loved sunsets. The way the sky turns all these beautiful colors, the way the light changes, the way it feels like the world is taking a moment to breathe. I wish you could see it with me, Benjamin. I wish you could feel it with me."
Benjamin's heart ached at the longing in her voice. "I do, Mom. I do feel it with you. I always have. Even when you were... gone”.
He looked out the window, his eyes following the path of the sun as it dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon with hues of orange and pink. “It's beautiful, Mom. It really is.”
Evelyn smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at her son. “I'm glad you think so, Benjamin. It's one of my favorite times of the day. The world seems to slow down, to take a breath. It's like the universe is reminding us to do the same.”
Benjamin nodded, his eyes still on the sunset. “I never thought about it like that. But you're right”
Looking at her fading self Evelyn asked, “Honey, I seem to be fading off a bit. Would you mind a blowjob, while you watch the sunset. Just help me stay solid hmm?”. Ben’s eyes turned to her, an amused smile on his face.
“You’re not exactly subtle, are you?” He chuckled, his voice filled with affection and a hint of exasperation. Evelyn shrugged, “You want me with you here no? Well, this is the only way I can stay solid for now. Plus, I do enjoy sucking your cock. It’s a win-win situation, isn’t it?” She floated closer to him, her eyes locked onto his, her intent clear.
Benjamin chuckled, “Well, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?” He sat down on the bed, his back against the headboard, his eyes never leaving his mother’s glowing form. “But, Mom, you don’t have to do this. I mean, it’s not like you’re getting anything out of it. Not in the way I am.”
Evelyn floated closer, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing, “I get to stay here in the same plane as you. That’s enough. Now eyes on the sunset, and let mama blow that bad boy”.
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