The Haunting
Copyright© 2024 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A ghost who was once a mother and wife who desired to get fucked by her son while her husband eagerly watched is on the prowl for a body. When she acquires one, she's off on a fuckfest to fulfill all of her lusty, incestuous desires. Will she accomplish her goal before she's forced to leave the body? Incest, it seems, is indeed best!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Horror Incest Mother Son Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex
I’m following her out of the house and she isn’t exactly hiding the change in her aura as she presses next to them. I hear the muffled voices, but none are clear as I continue to watch. Their fingers touch as he points to the line, and she takes the pen needed to sign. My target signs her name quickly and hands it back to him, but she doesn’t want to release it just yet. This is starting to get interesting, as their auras show their desires for each other.
She glances back and everything changes, but that’s alright. It’s going to make it that much easier for me later. I look over to see the aura of her son and wish it weren’t so pure, since he shows no desire for her body. That will change in time, just like the others, and soon he will be enjoying his mother and perhaps his sister as well.
There is very little certainty with what I do to families. Some are satisfied to focus on whichever body I inhabit and never go beyond those direct pleasures. Others end up doing all sorts of wonderful things as an entire family, and I hope this is one of those times. The darkness will spread of its own accord, and I’m always curious to know how it will end.
I decide to follow my target around, since I don’t want to miss out on the company. It’s been too long since I’ve had people in my house and will take advantage of any delays. The muffled talk must be boring family stuff as they eat, since their auras remain pure.
The sun has finally set and they all head to their bedrooms. I don’t act right away, since I need her to lie down. She’s closed the door and starts undressing herself as the aura changes. The only question is if she’s fantasizing about one of the movers or both.
She’s moving to her bed and lies on her back with her legs spread, which means I can get to work. My hands move to her face and muffle the scream as she feels pressure. I know she doesn’t feel anything other than a pressure and wish she could know it’s a person’s hand on her face.
Her eyes open wide as her body becomes pinned, and she’s fighting with everything she has. I wish I could tell what color they are, but I’ll know soon enough. She’s starting to tear up from the fear that’s washing over her, and I’m tempted to continue watching for a while.
I decide against watching and release her as my body spins over hers and there’s no time for her to release a warning to either of her children. This is important due to her children still being awake. There’s too much at stake for me to risk having either of them catch me doing what I must.
