Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Ben woke up in his bed sweaty and feeling limber. He felt like he had had the weirdest dream, his mother’s ghost had come to him, and the only way to keep her with him had been to let her give him blowjobs.
He got up on the bed, shaking his head, shrugging off that weird dream. But as he turned to get out of bed, he noticed something strange. The scent of jasmine was stronger, and there was a faint, warm glow coming from the corner of the room. He turned to look, and his eyes widened in shock. There, sitting on the windowsill, was Evelyn.
She was wearing a simple white dress, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked at him. She was smiling, a soft, warm smile that made his heart skip a beat. "Mom?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is that...you?" Evelyn's smile widened, and she floated off the windowsill. “Mhmm, did you already forget my blowjobs huh?” she taunted as she floated onto the bed.
Ben laughed out, “Noooo. I thought it had… ” he paused and looked at her, “I thought it was just a dream. But you’re here. You’re real.” He reached out, his hand hovering over hers, unsure if he could feel her. Evelyn’s smile softened, and she reached out, her hand meeting his. But she had faded overnight, so much so that her hand passed through his, leaving a faint, cool tingling sensation.
Ben’s face turned pale. He tried grasping her hand, tried to hug her but his hands passed through her. “Mom, what’s happening? Why are you fading again?” Evelyn’s smile turned sad, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I don’t know, Benjamin. I don’t know why I’m fading. But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere without a fight.” She floated closer to him, her form shimmering like a mirage in the heat. “I need you, Benjamin. I need you to help me stay here, with you.”
Ben nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I’ll do anything, Mom. Anything to keep you here.” He reached out again, his hand passing through her once more. This time, he didn’t let go. Instead, he reached out again, his hand passing through hers once more.
Frustrated, he turned to her face and just kissed. This time, his lips did meet hers, he didn’t pass through. That confirmed what they believed, being intimate was the key to her staying solid. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her lips soft and warm against his. Benjamin deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Evelyn moaned, her hands reaching up to cup his face, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled him closer, her body pressing against his, her form growing more solid with each passing moment.
Benjamin could feel the change, could feel the way her body was becoming more real, more substantial. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at her. "More," she whispered, “more…son. Don’t stop now”. Evelyn’s voice was a soft desperate plea which was returned by a loving look from her son, who wanted to do anything to help her stay.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her down on the bed. Her body, now naked since they had begun kissing, came down on the soft mattress. Evelyn found herself facing her son’s pillow and him behind her. He was chanting, “I wont let you go, I can’t let you go. Not again”, while he was lining his cock between her eager pussy lips. Evelyn, with her eyes closed, was moaning, “Yes, yes, Benjamin. Please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel alive.” Benjamin, with his cock resting at her entrance, looked at his mother’s glowing form, his heart aching for her. “I won’t let you go, Mom. I promise,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He pushed inside her, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. Evelyn groaned, her back arching as she took him in, her body glowing brighter with each thrust.
Benjamin started to move, slow and deep, his cock filling her completely.
The sight was both erotic and heart-wrenching, a ghostly woman glowing brighter with each thrust, her form becoming more solid, more real. Evelyn turned her head, her eyes meeting Benjamin's. "Benjamin," she panted, "I... I can feel you. I can feel your cock inside me. It's like, like I'm alive again."
Benjamin's heart ached, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "You are alive, Mom. You're alive in me. I…won’t…ever…let…you…go…again”, he emphasized each word as he slowly pushed further in, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. Evelyn's eyes rolled back, her body shimmering with a bright glow as she let out a gasp of ecstasy. She felt every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. It was like she was reborn, reconnected to her human form. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, the slickness of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his size. She could feel every pulse of his heart echoing through his cock, every breath he took resonating within her. “Benjamin…” she moaned, her body quivering.
She looked down at their joined bodies, her eyes widening as she saw his cock glistening with her pussy juices. She felt a heat rise in her cheeks, a blush spreading across her chest. “Honey…please, don’t let me go” she panted as her son started to move, slowly at first, then gaining speed, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. Each time he pushed into her, she felt like a part of her was coming back to life. Her body was growing more solid, more real. She could feel the pressure of his cock inside her, the slick wetness of her pussy, the coolness of the sheets beneath her.
Evelyn turned her head to look at her son, her eyes filled with longing. “Benjamin, please…” she begged, her voice a desperate plea. “I need you. I need you to keep fucking me.Please, don’t stop, Benjamin. I feel like every thrust is bringing me back to life. Every time you push into me, I feel more solid, more real.” Benjamin's heart constricted at her words, and he increased his pace, his hips slapping against her ass harder, faster. He could feel her body growing more substantial beneath him, her skin glowing brighter with each thrust.
“Benjamin… Ben… I’m… I’m so close,” Evelyn panted, her body tensing, her fingers digging into the sheets below her. “Come with me, Ben. Come with me,” Evelyn begged, her voice a desperate whisper as she felt the edge of her orgasm looming. Her body was trembling, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
Benjamin could feel her getting closer, could feel the tension building in her muscles. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come for me, Mom," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let go, Mom. Show me how much you want this."
Evelyn whimpered, her body shaking with need. "I can't... I can't hold on much longer," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. Benjamin reached around, his hand finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, circular motions.
"That's it, Mom," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Let go. Come for me."
Evelyn felt a surge of pleasure at his touch, her body trembling with the need for release. "Benjamin," she moaned, and had her first orgasm as a ghost, on her son’s cock.
The room was filled with the sounds of her pleasure, her cries echoing against the walls of his bedroom. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock, as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her form solidified even more, her glow brighter, as she gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white with the force of her orgasm.
Benjamin, feeling her orgasm, couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust into her harder, his hips slapping against her ass as he chased his own release. "Mom," he grunted, his voice thick with desire and pleasure.
"Come on, give me another one. Make yourself real for me." The words, once unimaginable, now spilled from his lips like a desperate prayer.
Evelyn's body jerked with another orgasm, her moans filling the room as her form continued to solidify. Benjamin could see the definition in her muscles, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He could see the faint pulse of her heartbeat in her throat, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. And with each orgasm, she became more real, more solid.
He could feel the change in her pussy, too.
It gripped him tighter, pulsing and throbbing as she rode out her climax. Benjamin gritted his teeth, determined to hold out until she'd achieved her goal. He needed to see her fully solid, fully alive. He needed to know that she was truly there with him, not just some ephemeral ghost.
Evelyn could feel it too. With each pulse of her orgasm, she felt more and more substantial. She looked down at her body, watching as her skin turned from translucent to opaque, as her muscles and bones became more defined. She could feel the weight of her body, the solidity of it, and it was exhilarating.
She looked up at Benjamin, her eyes filled with wonder and gratitude. "I can feel you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can feel you inside me, and I can feel myself. I'm real, Benjamin. I'm real."
“Then cum, show me you wanted this,” Benjamin growled.
His voice was thick with desire, his body tense as he held back his own release. Evelyn, her body still trembling from her last orgasm, felt a surge of power at his words. She wanted this, wanted him, and she wasn't going to hold back.
She reached back, her hand finding his hip, and pulled him closer, urging him on. "Harder, Benjamin," she panted. "Fuck me harder. Make me yours."
Benjamin's eyes flashed with primal hunger, and he obliged, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of desire and need. Evelyn's moans echoed off the walls, each one spurring Benjamin on, driving him to give her more, to take her higher.
And then she did as her son had so desperately asked. She came again, her body convulsing around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice. Benjamin could feel it, the way her body was gripping him, the way her muscles were tensing and releasing, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
He thrust into her one last time, his body shaking as he found his own release. He groaned, his voice a deep, guttural sound that seemed to fill the room, and he collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat.
Evelyn lay beneath him, her body still trembling from her orgasms.
Benjamin's weight was comforting, his body warm and solid against hers. She could feel his heart beating against her back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She turned her head to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "That was...that was incredible."
Benjamin lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. There was a softness in them, a warmth that made her heart flutter. "It was," he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. "You're real, Mom. You're really here with me."
Evelyn's smile widened, and she reached up to cup his cheek. “So, did you enjoy fucking mom? Was it as good as you thought it would be?” Evelyn asked, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and curiosity. She was still lying on the bed, her body glowing softly, her form more solid than it had been in months. Benjamin, who was still lying on top of her, chuckled and rolled off her, his body slick with sweat. He lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
“It was...” Benjamin paused, searching for the right words. “It was more than I could have ever imagined. It was like...like I was making love to a ghost, who was slowly becoming more real with each touch, each kiss, each thrust. It was...intense. It was...magical. It was...like nothing I've ever experienced before." Evelyn's smile softened, and she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes never leaving his face. "I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice a soft purr. "Because I want to do it again. I want to feel you inside me again, Benjamin. I want to feel alive again." Benjamin's smile widened, “I was hoping you’d say that, so I would feel little less weird about how much I enjoyed it”.
Evelyn laughed, a sound that was both musical and sultry. “Well, Benjamin, I’m not going anywhere. Not until I’m fully solid, and even then, I don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon.” She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes were filled with a hunger that matched his own. “But for now, I need more. I need to feel you inside me again, Benjamin. I need to feel alive.” Benjamin's heart raced at her words, his body already responding to her touch. He reached up, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips.
“Oh no, not here my love”, she said floating up, her body glowing softly. “Let’s go to the glass window you were talking about” Evelyn suggested and floated towards the floor to ceiling glass window. Benjamin, still lying on the bed, watched her with a mix of awe and lust. He had never seen anything like this before. He got up from the bed, his body still tingling from their encounter, and followed her to the window.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, casting long shadows across the floor. Evelyn floated up to the window, her body casting a faint glow on the glass. Benjamin stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. He could feel the heat of her body, even though she was a ghost. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re beautiful, Mom,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Evelyn smiled , hearing those words from her son. “Thank you, Ben. Come here, take what always belonged to you”, she whispered. Ben walked up close, his still hard cock nestling between her thick asscheeks. Evelyn moaned, feeling his heat, his hardness. She could feel the pulse of his heart, the rhythm of his breath. She leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she savored the moment. "Benjamin," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I never thought I'd feel like this again. I never thought I'd be here with you, like this."
Benjamin's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. "I never thought I'd have you, Mom," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "But now that I do, I never want to let you go." He kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her ear. "I love you, Mom," he whispered, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that made Evelyn's heart ache.
She took hold of his cock, and let the head push in the tight ring of her ass. Giving him his most taboo desire seemed the best thing to Evelyn having been dead for a while. She was going to give him everything he wanted, and in return, she would get to feel alive again. She pushed back, taking more of him in. “Mom, did you just
...?” Benjamin's voice was filled with shock and disbelief. Evelyn turned her head to look at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I did,” she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper. Benjamin's eyes widened, and he let out a low groan as she took him in further. “You’re in your mom’s ass”, she said stating the obvious. Evelyn looked up at him through the window, her eyes glinting with mischief. She wiggled against him, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock.
“I… I didn’t think this was possible,” Benjamin admitted, his voice shaking slightly with the sheer pleasure of it. He had fantasized about this, sure, but he never thought he would actually get to experience it.
Evelyn chuckled, her body shaking with the sound. “Well, honey, your mom will let you do everything.” her voice a throaty whisper as she pushed back, taking more of him in. “ Mmm, it’s tight, just like I like it. And it feels so good, Benjamin. Your cock feels so good in my ass.”
Benjamin could only groan in response, his hands gripping her hips tighter. He could feel every inch of her, every movement, every throb of her body around his cock. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her, and it was driving him wild. He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as Evelyn encouraged him with her moans and whimpers.
Each time he thrust into her, she pushed back, meeting his hips with enthusiasm. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of slapping flesh and whispered moans.
"Yes, Benjamin," Evelyn hissed, her voice low and husky. "Yes, right there. Just like that." She could feel his cock filling her, stretching her, and it was a sensation unlike any other. It was intense, borderline painful, but in the best possible way. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he thrust into her, and it sent shivers down her spine.
Benjamin was overwhelmed with sensation.
Each thrust into his mother's ass sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. He could feel her tightness, her heat, the way her body gripped him like a vice. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wasn't just fucking his mother—he was fucking a ghost, one who was becoming more solid, more real with each thrust. The taboo nature of the act only served to heighten his pleasure, to make it more intense, more exhilarating. He could feel the weight of her, the solidity of her, and it was intoxicating.Evelyn moaned, her body trembling with each thrust.
It was surreal, having his mother back, and her acting like his personal slut. He was having the best day of his life, and now he had his cock in her ass, while she was nicely splayed against the glass in the morning sun. Her tits flattened against the glass, and her fat cheeks clapping as he pounded the tiny hole between them. He could feel her asshole gripping his cock, and he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. He could see her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, moaning and gasping as he fucked her. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching, and he knew she was close.
"Ben honey,” she gasped, “you’ll keep me here right? Hold me with you. I promise you’ll have all my holes , all my love. I’m here, Ben. I’m here for you. Please, don’t let me go,” Evelyn pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper as she felt her orgasm building. She could feel the pressure in her body, the tension in her muscles, and she knew she was close. She looked up at Benjamin, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear. “Please, Ben. Don’t let me go. Not again. Not ever again.”
Benjamin’s heart ached at her words, and he reached up, his hand cupping her cheek. “I won’t, Mom,” he promised, his voice thick with emotion, as he continued thrusting his cock deep and slow in her ass, “I won’t let you go.
I’ll keep you here, with me, always. I’ll keep you real, keep you solid, keep you... mine.”
Evelyn's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips at his words. She leaned into his touch, her body trembling with pleasure and gratitude. “Thank you, Benjamin,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for bringing me back. Thank you for making me feel alive again.”
Benjamin's heart swelled with love and desire, “And you’ll let me…” he was saying, but Evelyn interrupted and continued for him, “ Let you fuck me in every hole, every day. I’m yours, Ben. I’m here for you, always.” She pushed back, taking him deeper, her ass cheeks clenching around his cock. Benjamin groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body trembling, her muscles tensing as she got closer to her orgasm. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, “I love you, Mom. I love you so much.”
Evelyn's heart fluttered at his words, “I love you too, Ben. More than you’ll ever know.” She pushed back again, taking him even deeper, her body shaking with pleasure. “Honey, I swear to you. You just keep me here, and I'll make sure you’ll never have to ask for anything again. I’ll be your personal fucktoy. Your mama will give you blowjobs to wake you up, and I'll make sure you fuck every one of my holes before you go to bed. I'll be your wife, your mother, and your whore. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, just so I can stay here with you, and feel alive again."
Her words were a promise, a vow, and a plea all wrapped into one. Benjamin's heart ached with a mix of love, desire, and even a hint of guilt. He knew what he was doing was taboo, forbidden, but he also knew that he couldn't stop. Not now.
“Mom, I don’t need you to become a whore, I love you as is. And touching you, feeling you, and…unh fucking you, is a privilege ma, you don’t have to do anything else. I just need you to stay with me. Be with me.”
Benjamin's voice cracked with emotion, his hands tightening around her waist as he continued to thrust into her. Evelyn turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She pressed her forehead against his, her voice barely a whisper. "Benjamin, I want to do this. I need to feel alive, to feel wanted, to feel...real. I want to give you everything, to make you happy. Please, Benjamin, let me do this for you."
Benjamin's breath hitched in his chest as he looked into his mother's eyes.
He saw the love, the desire, and the desperation reflected back at him, and he knew that he couldn't deny her this. He couldn't deny them this.
"Alright, Mom," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But only if it makes you happy. Only if it makes you feel alive."
Evelyn smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude. "It does, Benjamin. It really does."
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, she turned to face the window, her body still glowing softly in the morning light. "Now, let's make this window our stage, my love”, she put her hands on the glass, fingers splayed out, then she spread her legs wider, her ass now prominently sticking out. “Watch me, Benjamin, watch your mother perform for you.”
Benjamin's breath hitched as he looked at his mother, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her body glowing with an ethereal light. He walked over to her, his cock hardening again at the sight of her. He couldn't believe how turned on he was, how much he wanted her. He reached out, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He gave them a squeeze, then a soft slap, making Evelyn moan and push back against him.
He resumed his long, slow strokes, his cock glistening with her wetness as it slid in and out of her tight ass. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You look so fucking beautiful, Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Your ass is perfect, your body is glowing, and your tits are smashed against the glass. You're a fucking goddess."
Evelyn let out a soft whimper, her body trembling with pleasure. "Thank you, Benjamin," she whispered, her voice breathless. "I am happy to be anything, as long as it keeps me here with you. Now please honey, enjoy my asshole. It’s for you. All for you”, Evelyn cooed as she wiggled her ass against his cock. "I love you, Ben. I love you so much". She was a mother, but also a lover, a companion, a partner. She cherished him, and she wanted him to cherish her too. Benjamin groaned, moving his hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding his cock into her ass. "I love you too, Mom," he murmured against her ear. "More than words can express." He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight, their softness. He pinched her nipples gently, feeling them harden under his touch.
Evelyn let out a soft gasp, arching her back against him, giving him better access. "More, Ben," she pleaded, her voice a low moan. "I need more."
Benjamin obliged, increasing the pressure on her nipples, and the force of his thrusts. He could feel her body tightening around his cock, her ass clenching with each push. The sound of their skin slapping together, the wetness of her ass, and her moans were driving him wild.
"You're so fucking tight, Mom," he groaned, his voice laced with desire and disbelief.
"God, you feel incredible."
Evelyn smiled against the glass, her breath fogging up the cool surface. "You feel incredible too, sweetie. So hard, so deep. I can feel every inch of you."
Benjamin thrust harder, matching his mother's demands. The glass rattled with each impact, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. The scent of jasmine filled the air, mingling with the musk of their sweat and the tang of sex.
Evelyn's body glowed brighter with each thrust, her form becoming more solid, more real. “Ma on your knees, let me cum on your face”, Ben requested after having used her ass for the entire morning.
Evelyn smiled seductively and dropped to her knees, her body still glowing softly. She leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on the window ledge, her ass perfectly presented for him. “Come on, son. Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Evelyn purred, her voice sultry and seductive. Benjamin stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He placed his hands on either side of her head, bracing himself as he thrust forward, his cock slipping between her lips with ease. Evelyn moaned, the vibration sending shivers down Benjamin's spine.
He gripped her hair gently, his fingers tangling in her soft, blonde locks. He guided her head back and forth, setting a slow, steady pace. The room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their coupling, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Benjamin looked down at his mother, her lips stretched around his cock, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her body glowed brighter and brighter with each thrust, her form becoming more solid, more real. He could see the curve of her breasts, the swell of her hips, the silhouette of her body against the morning sun streaming through the window.
He pulled back, and his cock erupted right in the moment, as Evelyn’s ghostly shape let go of his cock with a wet pop. Thick, creamy jet spurted out, landing on her forehead, a continuous stream that was going to make her face glisten. Her eyes fluttered open as he came. He watched as she winced, her tongue darting out and licking her face to clean it off. Evelyn’s eyes sought his, meeting his gaze. She smiled, as the steady torrent on cum continued to pour on her face. She felt it across her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, slithering down to her chin. It was a strange sensation, a mix of warmth and wetness, and she found herself enjoying it, despite the initial shock. She could feel the weight of it, the stickiness, and it made her feel...alive.
Benjamin watched her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to pump his cock, his body shuddering with each spurt. He could see the cum dripping off her face, running down her neck, pooling in the hollow of her throat. It was a sight that sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through his veins.
Evelyn closed her eyes, her tongue darting out to lick the cum off her face.
She savored the taste, the saltiness, the tang, the essence of her son. It was a taste she had never expected to experience, but now that she had, she found herself craving more. She opened her eyes, looking up at Benjamin, her gaze filled with a hunger that matched his own. "Come here," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Let me clean you up."
Benjamin, still panting from his orgasm, nodded and stepped closer. Evelyn reached up, her hands wrapping around his cock, feeling it still hard and throbbing. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the remaining cum off the head. Then she floated up straight, next to her son having been made more solid by getting fucked in the ass.
“Well, looks like that dose will keep me here for a while son, what do you say? Having tried all my holes you think you’ll be interested in using them to keep me here?” Evelyn asked, her voice a sultry purr as she floated up to Benjamin's face, her body glowing softly in the morning light.
Benjamin's breath hitched as he looked into his mother's eyes, seeing the love, the desire, and the desperation reflected back at him. He could feel the weight of her words, the promise of what she was offering. “ Mom, I...” he started, his voice trailing off as he tried to find the right words “I want to keep you here, Mom. I want to keep you real, keep you solid, keep you... mine. But I also want to respect you, to treat you with the love and dignity you deserve. I don’t want to take advantage of you, or use you for my own pleasure. I want to give you the same love and respect that you’ve always given me.”
Evelyn's heart swelled with love and gratitude at her son's words. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lips. “Benjamin, you are the most thoughtful, loving, and respectful person I know. You’ve always been that way, even when I was alive.
You never took anything for granted, always considered others' feelings before your own. That's what makes you, you. And I want you to know that I trust you, completely. I trust you with my body, with my heart, with my soul. I trust you to keep me here, to keep me real, to keep me... yours."
Benjamin's heart ached at her words, and he leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "I won't let you down, Mom," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll take care of you, always. I'll make sure you're happy, and safe, and...umm” he hesitated using the same word she had used, but managed to say it, “my fuckdoll”. He looked up into her eyes to see what her reaction was. His mother just began laughing, loud and hearty, a sound that filled the room and made Benjamin's heart swell with warmth. "Oh, Benjamin," she said, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "That is just perfect honey.
I love that you can be so sweet and so filthy at the same time. It's a heady mix, and it makes me want to do naughty things with you," Evelyn said, her voice a low purr as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Benjamin's ear. "Now, how about you start your day, I can float around and when I start fading again , you can just fuck me again, and keep me here”.
Evelyn said, her voice a sultry whisper as she floated away from Benjamin, her body still glowing softly. Benjamin watched her go, his heart filled with a mix of love, desire, and a hint of unease. He knew that this was a dangerous game they were playing, that it was taboo, forbidden even. But he also knew that he couldn't stop. Not when he had finally found a way to keep his mother with him, to make her real, to make her... his.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He had work to do, but he also had a ghost to keep real. He smiled to himself, a sense of determination filling him.
He would make sure his mother stayed with him, no matter what it took. He would be her anchor, her tether to the world of the living. He would make her real, make her solid, make her... his.
Benjamin stepped out of his bedroom, the scent of jasmine and sex still lingering in the air. He made his way downstairs, his mind racing with thoughts of his mother. He could still feel her, still feel the weight of her body, the heat of her skin, the softness of her hair. He could still taste her, still feel the slickness of her ass, the tightness of her body around his cock.
He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. After a nice long shower and some breakfast , he sat down at his desk, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he began to work. He was a genius, a prodigy in the world of IT, and he loved his job. It was a challenge, a puzzle to be solved, and he thrived on it. But today, his mind was elsewhere. Today, his mind was on his mother.
He glanced at the clock, his heart pounding in his chest. It was almost time for lunch, and he knew that his mother would be waiting for him. He could feel her presence, a soft glow in the corner of his eye, a gentle touch on his shoulder. He smiled to himself, his heart swelling with love and desire. He got up for lunch, and found Evelyn in the balcony of their penthouse, overlooking the city. She was floating, her body glowing softly in the afternoon sun, her blonde hair billowing around her like a halo.
This had been her balcony, attached to the master bedroom when she was alive. She had loved this space, the way the city sprawled out before her, the way the sunlight danced on the glass. Now, it was her sanctuary, her haven, her stage.
Benjamin stepped out onto the balcony, while his mother’s naked ghost stood there her back to him, her hands resting on the balcony railings as if
she was admiring the view. The city sprawled out before them, a tapestry of steel and glass, a symphony of life and motion. The sun was high, casting a warm glow over the concrete jungle, and Evelyn's body seemed to absorb it, her form growing more solid with each passing moment.
Benjamin's heart pounded in his chest as he approached her, his eyes drawn to the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, the softness of her ass. He could see the faint outline of her ribs, the delicate curve of her spine, the way her skin shimmered in the sunlight.
He reached out, his hand hovering over her back, unsure of whether he should touch her or not. He knew that she was real, that she was solid, but he also knew that she was a ghost, a spirit tethered to the world of the living. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the touch, and then he placed his hand on her back.
Evelyn let out a soft gasp, her body trembling under his touch. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. "I can feel you."
Benjamin's heart swelled with love and desire. He could feel her, too. His pulled his cock out, and it was swallowed up by a welcoming, juicy pussy. Evelyn moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "Oh, Benjamin," she gasped, "taking your mom without even asking. Mmm you seem to be gettin' the hang of this.
Do you like that, honey? Feel how wet your mama is for you?" Evelyn purred, her voice low and sultry as Benjamin slid his cock in and out of her pussy. She could feel the length of him, the thickness, as he filled her completely. She could feel the heat of him, the slickness of him, and it was driving her wild. She could feel the weight of him, the solidity of him, and it made her heart swell with love and desire.
Benjamin groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. “It’s okay right mom? You don’t mind me taking you like this?” Benjamin asked, his voice laced with concern and arousal. He supported her against the balcony railing, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, his cock disappearing and reappearing within her slick folds.
Evelyn opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, her expression soft and loving. “Benjamin, I don’t mind. I want this. I need this. I need to feel alive, and this is how you make me feel alive.” She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lips. “I love you, Benjamin.
I need this,” Evelyn repeated, her voice a soft whisper against his ear as she continued to move against him, her body undulating with each thrust. Benjamin closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her, the warmth of her, the wetness of her. He could feel the weight of her in his arms, the solidity of her body against his. It was intoxicating, and he never wanted it to end. “I love you too, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “More than anything else in the world.” Evelyn smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “I know, Benjamin. I know,” she whispered. “I can feel it, even if it comes in this unusual way. Feel free to use me, Ben”.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You have no idea how much I want that, Mom. How much I want to fuck you, to make you feel good. Now that it also tethers you to this world, I want to do it all the time. I want to make you come, Mom. I want to hear you moan, to see you writhe, to feel you clench around me while I keep you with me, on my cock”. His words were raw, filthy but pure in their honesty. Evelyn would’ve never thought that she would love hearing such crude words from her son about herself , but she did. She loved it. She loved him. And she wanted him to have her, to use her, to keep her real.
Benjamin's hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, a wet, slapping noise that was punctuated by their ragged breaths and moans. Evelyn could feel the pressure building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure that was winding tighter and tighter with each thrust.
She leaned forward, her hands gripping the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white with the effort. “Then use this ghostly pussy of your own mother baby, fill me up with that cock. Let me be real even if it’s only as you fuck me”, she panted as an orgasm coursed through that ghostly translucent body. She could feel the pleasure, the warmth, the intensity of it all. She could feel her son’s cock inside her, filling her, stretching her. She could feel the love, the desire, the need. She could feel alive.
Benjamin’s breath hitched as he felt his mother’s body clench around him, her orgasm pulsing through her. He could feel the wetness of her, the heat of her, the tightness of her. He could feel her love, her desire, her need. He could feel her alive.
He thrust harder, faster, his body moving in sync with hers. The world around them faded away, the city, the sun, the sky.
All that existed was Benjamin and Evelyn, their bodies entwined, their souls connected.Evelyn's body glowed brighter, her form becoming more solid with each pulse of her orgasm. She could feel her son's cock throbbing inside her, feel the heat of him, the slickness of him.
“Wow son, you sure can fuck”, Evelyn moaned, her voice a sultry purr as she looked over her shoulder at him. Ben still inside her could only smile sheepishly at his mother's words. He had never been one to brag about his sexual prowess, but he was glad he could make his mother feel good, especially in her current state. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and helped her stand up straight. Evelyn turned to face him, her body still glowing softly, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
“You know, I've always been curious about something,” she said, her voice a low purr as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. Ben let out a soft moan, his body trembling at her touch. “What is it, Mom?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. “Welll, she said, “how my son had been doing since I passed. But now that I know how you use that cock of yours, I am sure, you did just fine”. There was pride in her eyes and her tone, while Ben just looked shyly at her. “Moooomm” he pleaded, hoping that she would not ask him to talk about his sex life.
Evelyn just smiled and said, “What you just fucked me, gave me an orgasm. And I can’t even talk about your cock? How good it felt? C’mon son” she chided him playfully, her hand still wrapped around his cock, her thumb brushing against the head, spreading the wetness around. Benjamin groaned, his body tensing at her touch. "Mom, please," he begged, his voice a low whisper. "Please what, Benjamin?" Evelyn asked, her voice a sultry purr as she looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of love and mischief. "Please stop talking about it," he said, his voice barely audible. Evelyn laughed, a sound that was both musical and seductive. "Oh, Benjamin," she said, her hand tightening around his cock. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Alright, I’ll stop for now”.
Evelyn said, her voice a sultry purr as she released his cock, her hand sliding away. Benjamin let out a sigh of relief, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the weight of his mother's gaze on him, could see the love and mischief in her eyes. He knew that she was just teasing him, that she was enjoying his discomfort. But he also knew that she was right. He had never been one to talk about his sex life, had never been one to brag or boast. But with his mother, it was different. With his mother, he felt safe, loved, accepted. He felt like he could be himself, completely and utterly.
And that was a feeling he cherished, a feeling he wanted to hold onto. He reached out, his hand wrapping around his mother's wrist, his fingers brushing against her pulse point. He could feel the steady beat of her heart, the rhythm of her life. It was a comforting sensation, one that grounded him, that centered him.
“You feel more solid now, more here”, he said. Evelyn just laughed, “well ofcourse I do, you just fucked me silly, I will be solid for a few hours atleast”. Ben couldn’t help but smile at the way his mother spoke, her voice filled with a sultry purr that made his cock twitch in response. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, the weight of her in his arms. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, a mix of love, desire, and a deep sense of rightness.
He looked down at her, his eyes tracing the curve of her lips, the arch of her eyebrows, the sparkle in her eyes. She was beautiful, more so than he had ever seen her before. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, her blue eyes shone with a mix of love and mischief.
“You…you…uh” he didn’t find the right words and just joined in her laughter. Evelyn too , was enjoying the moment, the connection between them. “Benjamin, you’re my son, my only child. I love you more than anything in this world, or the next. I want you to be happy, to be fulfilled. And if that means using my body to keep me here, to keep me real, then so be it. I trust you, Benjamin. I trust you to take care of me, to respect me, to love me. And I want you to know that I’m here for you, always. No matter what.”
Benjamin's heart swelled with love and gratitude at his mother's words.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft, tender kiss. "I love you too, Mom," he whispered. "More than anything."
Evelyn smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I know, Benjamin," she whispered. "I can feel it, even if it comes in this unusual way. But I want you to know that it's not just about keeping me here, keeping me real. It's about us, about you and me, about the love we share. It's about giving each other pleasure, about exploring our desires together."
Benjamin's heart skipped a beat at her words.
He looked into her eyes, seeing the truth reflected back at him. He knew that she was right. This wasn't just about keeping her here, about using her body to tether her to the world of the living. This was about them, about their love, about their desire.
“You wanna stay here some more?” He asked her floating form, his eyes tracing the curve of her body, the softness of her skin, the glow that seemed to emanate from within her. Evelyn thought for a moment, and then replied, “No honey. I’m good. What were you planning to do next? More work?” , she asked.
Ben, who had just pulled his shorts back up, looked at her, “Yea, little bit of that.
I have a few projects that need my attention. But I can’t just leave you like this, Mom. You’re glowing, and I know you’ll fade soon. I’ll make some lunch, and then I’ll get back to work. How does that sound?”
Evelyn smiled, her eyes softening. “That sounds perfect, Benjamin. I’ll just float around and watch you work. It’s nice to see you in your element. You’re so talented, so smart. I’m proud of you, you know that?”
Ben felt a warmth spread through him at her words. He knew she was proud of him, had always been. It was one of the many things he loved about her. He made lunch, a little sad that she couldn’t eat with him. Evelyn in her ghostly form reassured him that she was fine, that she didn’t need food to sustain her. She floated around the kitchen, watching him as he moved with practiced ease, preparing their favorite meal, grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. He set the table, poured himself a bowl of soup, and took a bite of his sandwich, the cheese oozing out, the bread crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste, the texture, the warmth.
Evelyn watched him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You always did love your food, Benjamin," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "It's one of the things I miss most about being alive. Getting to feed you”, and her eyes got a look of nostalgia. Ben picked up on that and asked, “You miss it, don’t you? Being able to eat, I mean.” Evelyn nodded, her form flickering slightly. “I do. I miss the taste, the texture, the warmth. I miss the simple pleasure of it. But I’m here now, with you, and that’s what matters.” Benjamin reached out, his hand wrapping around hers, his fingers brushing against her skin. “I’m glad you’re here, Mom,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “Me too, Benjamin,” she replied, her voice soft. “Me too.”
After lunch, Benjamin retreated to his study, Evelyn floating behind him, her form glowing softly.
The room was filled with the scent of old books and leather, a testament to his love for knowledge and the written word. He sat down at his desk, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he began to work. Evelyn watched him, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and love. She could see the concentration on his face, the way his brow furrowed as he focused on the task at hand. She could see the passion in his eyes, the way his hands moved with a grace and precision that was almost poetic.
She floated closer, her form flickering slightly as she tried to get a better look at the screen. Benjamin glanced up, his eyes meeting hers.
"Mom, you don't have to hover. You can sit, you know." He gestured to the chair beside him, a plush, leather armchair that was well-worn from years of use.
Evelyn looked at the chair, then back at Benjamin, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I can sit?" she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. Benjamin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can. You're solid enough for that, at least." He watched as she slowly lowered herself into the chair, her form flickering slightly as she made contact with the leather. She let out a soft sigh, her eyes closing briefly as she savored the sensation.
“Oooh, I have an idea” she said sounding very excited . “I’ll get under the table, and while you work I can give you a nice slow blowjob. Just the way they do in those pornos?”. Her words came as a surprise to Ben.
“Mom, really? You used to watch that kind of porn?” he asked trying to control his laughter.
Evelyn just laughed and said, “Well, I was a curious woman, Benjamin. And I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Plus, it was a good way to pass the time when I was alone. But I have to admit, I never imagined I’d be using that knowledge with my own son.” She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Benjamin shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Mom, you’re something else,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.
“But I can’t say no to that offer.
I mean, who would?” Benjamin replied, his voice laced with a mix of humor and desire. He gestured to the space beneath his desk, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Go ahead, Mom. I won’t look. I promise.”
Evelyn grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You don’t have to look, Benjamin. Just feel. And I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.” She floated down, her form flickering as she passed through the solid wood of the desk. Benjamin could feel the cool air as she moved, could sense her presence beneath him.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the sensation. He knew what was coming, but he was still surprised when he felt her cool fingers wrap around his cock, her touch gentle yet firm. Then came her lips, wrapping around the head of his cock. Slowly she inched down, her throat swallowed the length with no gagging , down to the base. She then pulled back, her tongue swirling around the tip, teasing him. Benjamin's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt the wet heat of her mouth, the softness of her tongue.
Slowly and languidly she repeated the process in a steady rhythm, letting her son relax, just enjoy her throat hugging his cock. Ben began typing, leaving the beautiful ghost of his mother to her task. He focused on his work, fingers typing away while Evelyn gently bobbed away, her head gliding her his cock’s length up and down like she had been given her favourite lollipop to suck on. The room was filled with the soft clacking of keys and the wet, slurping sounds of Evelyn's mouth on Ben's cock. The contrast was oddly harmonious, a symphony of work and pleasure.
Ben's brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes scanning the lines of code on the screen. He was deep in thought, his mind racing as he worked to solve a particularly complex problem. He was so engrossed in his task that he barely noticed the change in sensation, the way Evelyn's mouth had grown warmer, her tongue more insistent.
It was only when she moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him, that he realized she was no longer just giving him a slow, steady blowjob. She was hungry, eager, her desire fueling her actions.
Benjamin's breath hitched, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. He looked down, his eyes meeting Evelyn's. She was looking up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips glistening with saliva and precome. She looked beautiful, wanton, and it sent a surge of desire coursing through him.
He reached down, his hand cupping her cheek. “You suck my cock so well mum, you’re gorgeous. Keep going ma, I’ll give you my cum when I am ready”. Hearing the reassuring words from her son, gave his mother’s ghost a surge of confidence. She felt his cock throb in her mouth, and she knew she was sucking his cock just to his liking.
She felt a sense of pride, of accomplishment, and it only fueled her desire. She wanted to make him feel good, to make him come undone. She wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole. She wanted to feel his hot, sticky cum in her mouth, to feel him lose control, to feel him give in to her.
She increased the pace, her head bobbing faster, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue, could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him. She let her throat take in his entire length, the massive eleven inches without gagging, given she was a ghost, and moved her head on it like a well-oiled machine.
Benjamin was getting accustomed to her mouth, and was now relaxed without worrying to cum. He was enjoying the sensation, the warmth, the wetness, the softness of her mouth. He could feel the vibrations of her moans, the way her tongue swirled around his cock, the way her lips tightened around him. It was a sensation unlike any other, a mix of pleasure and comfort, of love and desire.
To have his beautiful mother, whom he had lusted after for years growing up, on her knees serving his cock while he worked was such a surreal experience, he felt he had gone to heaven. Proud of her , he could see the love and passion in her eyes, the way she looked up at him, her tongue swirling around his cock, her cheeks flushed with desire.
She was beautiful, adorably so even as she sucked his cock. God had been so kind to send her his prettiest angel so she could be her son’s fuckdoll. He was grateful that he had his mother back, and that too in a way he hadn’t even dared dream of. He let her continue bobbing her head on his hard cock, gently caressing the golden locks of her translucent form, letting her know he was enjoying her mouth.
Evelyn was more than happy to remain there sucking her son’s cock. She was a ghost now, with no work , no chores. She could spend the entirety of her existence in this manner, serving her son's needs, giving him any hole he desired to use.
She reveled in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the salty taste of his precome coating her tongue. She could feel his pleasure, his desire, his love. She could feel him, truly feel him, in a way she hadn't since her death.
Benjamin, meanwhile, was just glad she was with him, his eyes in the laptop screen and his mother’s mouth on his cock. She had set a nice calming rhythm on his cock, going all the way on his length so easily, giving him the pleasure of her throat hugging his cock without making him break his focus.
Benjamin's fingers danced on the keyboard, his mind racing with ideas, his body humming with pleasure.
Suddenly, Benjamin's fingers paused.
A line of code had caught his eye, a potential solution to the problem he'd been wrestling with for hours. He leaned in closer, his eyes scanning the lines, his mind racing as he worked through the logic. Evelyn, sensing the change in his focus, slowed her pace, her tongue tracing lazy patterns on the head of his cock. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of love and curiosity.
"What is it, Benjamin?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur around his cock. Benjamin glanced down at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I think I've got it, Mom," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and pride. "The solution to this problem has been staring me in the face the whole time. I have the solution. I think your blowjob inspired it” he said chuckling, “go back to it ma, I am really enjoying your mouth on my cock”.
Evelyn laughed, her voice a soft purr around his cock. "I'm glad I could help, Benjamin," she said, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. "Now, let's see if I can help you come up with some more solutions."
Benjamin chuckled, his fingers returning to the keyboard. "I'll hold you to that, Mom," he said, his eyes scanning the lines of code. Evelyn smiled, her mouth sliding down his cock, taking him deep into her throat. And happily her son went back to his code, and Evelyn went back to her blowjob. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his fingers danced over the keyboard, the way his breath hitched as he worked through the problem. And she wanted to give him more. She let her pace slow down, her throat milking his cock ever so gently, giving him the utmost pleasure.
Ben was relaxed as could be , his fingers dancing on the keyboard, his mind racing with new ideas, all thanks to his mother's mouth on his cock. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, the wetness of her tongue.
Evelyn could feel the tension in his body leaving as her lips did their magic. She could feel him relax, his fingers moving with more ease, his mind clearer. She was proud of him, proud of his intelligence, his dedication. She wanted to give him this, this pleasure, this comfort. She wanted to be his reward, his respite.
Benjamin's fingers paused again, another solution presenting itself in his mind's eye. He looked down at Evelyn, her blue eyes shining with love and desire. "You're amazing, Mom," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad you're here."
Evelyn smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I'm here because you need me, Benjamin," she said, her voice soft yet firm, “now let your mother suck your cock, don’t disturb me”, her voice a mocking whine.
Benjamin chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yes, ma'am," he said. Evelyn winked at him, then her mouth slid down his cock again, full with his hardness. “Mmm, you do have the sluttiest mouth mum”, he praised her cocksucking skills.
Evelyn just smiled, her son had yet to see what levels of slutty she could reach. She wanted to show him, wanted to give him everything he desired. She wanted to be his every desire, his every fantasy.
She increased the pace, her head bobbing faster, on his entire length. It looked unreal, how easily she was sliding along his whole length without choking.
She was a ghost, but her mouth was a miracle. Just up and down on his cock like she had done it a thousand times before. Benjamin could feel the welcome her throat was giving his cock, the warmth, the softness, the tightness. It was a sensation unlike any other, a pleasure that was heavenly. He had never been as relaxed , as at peace as he was now, with his mother's mouth on his cock and his mind focused on his work. He could feel the tension leaving his body, the stress of the day melting away. It was as if his mother's touch was a balm, soothing his soul, calming his mind.
Evelyn massaged his cock, soothed him, gave him the sloppiest, gentlest blowjob she could. Over and over she would let him down her throat, giving him the depths of her cock. Her throat caressed every inch of her cock, as if it was a way of worshiping her son for keeping her grounded on the planet.
Benjamin was in a state of bliss, his fingers dancing over the keyboard, his mind racing with new ideas. He had done more work in the half hour since Evelyn had started her slow, steady blowjob than he had in the entire day before. He could feel the tension leaving his body, his muscles relaxing, his mind clearing.
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