Another Ghost Story
Copyright© 2025 by LEBEC
Chapter 3
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Married couple moves into a house. It has a naughty ghost.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Ghost Slut Wife Mother Son Interracial Black Male White Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Pregnancy Size Halloween
The next morning, Joan woke up feeling sore and achy, but with a sense of satisfaction that she’d never known before. She looked at John, still sleeping peacefully beside her, and hoped the ghost was correct about his not remembering.
She felt different, like she’d been reborn, her body humming with a newfound energy and desire. The ghost had ravaged her so hard, so deep, that she felt like she’d been rearranged from the inside out. It was almost as if she could still feel the ghost’s penis inside her. She decided to take a shower, hoping that the hot water would soothe her sore muscles and clear her mind.
As she stepped into the shower, she couldn’t help but remember the ghost’s touch, his large member filling her completely. She shivered, her nipples hardening again at the thought. She reached up, her fingers instinctively tweaking and pinching her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
She thought of the ghost, telling her not to tell anyone. “Who would I tell? Who’d believe me! I’m not sure I believe it! Maybe I just dreamt it?” She remembered that she was probably midway through her cycle. “Maybe it’s just some hormonal thing, playing tricks with my mind, messing with my head?!” But a further digital inspection of her vaginal cavity confirmed that Something had, in fact, happened. Something was definitely different.
She only hoped John wouldn’t notice.
She stepped out of the shower, put on some fresh underwear, a clean pair of jeans and another lightweight t-shirt, this one a faded pastel yellow, and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As she was cooking, John woke up and came downstairs. He saw her and smiled. “Morning, love. You look well-rested.”
Joan turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. So far, so good. He hadn’t said anything. “Good morning. Want some breakfast?”
John nodded, yawning as he stretched. “That would be great. I’m starving.”
Joan dished up some scrambled eggs and bacon, placing them in front of John along with a glass of orange juice. She sat down across from him, her eyes scanning his face as he ate.
“You okay?” John asked between bites, noticing her scrutiny.
Joan snapped out of her thoughts, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, just thinking about the kids coming by soon. I hope they love this place as much as we do,” she said, hoping this little white lie would suffice.
“Yeah, me too,” John replied.
“Thank God,” she thought. “He hasn’t noticed.”
James Springer arrived at his parents’ new home around noon. There he found his mother busily unpacking what looked like an endless supply of household stuff in the kitchen. Joan saw him walk in and ran to greet him.
She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “James!” she exclaimed, her joy palpable. But as their bodies pressed together, she felt an unexpected electrical jolt pass between them. Her nipples hardened instantly, the sudden, intense pleasure forcing her to gasp.
James chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Hey Mom. It’s good to see you too,” he said, his voice warm. He held her for a moment longer, his grip tightening as he felt her sudden intake of breath. “Everything okay?” he asked, pulling back to look at her face.
Joan blushed, her mind racing as she tried to understand what had just happened. She had never experienced anything like that before with her son, and the suddenness of it had left her shaken. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
The ghost hadn’t been able to pass up the opportunity to cause a bit of mischief. When they hugged he had planted naughty suggestions into both of their minds, as well as throwing a charge of sexual energy crackling between their chests.
Self-consciously, Joan looked down at her hard nipples doing “their thing” again. “Was this gonna keep happening?” she wondered. “Hopefully, he won’t notice,” she thought. She blushed when she saw his eyes darting down at her chest.
James definitely noticed, and had begun to spring an erection as well. “I hope she doesn’t notice,” he thought, while forcing himself to look back up at her face.
Joan definitely noticed his condition as well but quickly moved to change the subject. “How are you, Sweetie? I’ve missed you so much,” she said, smiling weakly.
He chuckled, “I’m good, Mom. Just here to help out.” He gave her another hug, this one more familial.
They pulled apart, and Joan motioned for him to follow her. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping. Dad’s busy in the backyard. He’ll want to see you too.” James nodded and followed her up the wooden staircase to the second floor. Joan felt an almost imperceptible warmth across her backside, like her butt was being gently stroked. It caused her to subtly sway her hips on the way up the stairs.
Joan caught a fleeting glimpse of James’s flushed face as she reached the top step, realizing he’d been admiring her curves instead of watching where he was going. She couldn’t help but feel a flicker of naughty amusement and a strange sense of satisfaction. She turned to him, her eyes twinkling with naughtiness. “Need some help with that, Sweetheart?” she teased, gesturing to his suitcase.
James’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he quickly averted his gaze. “No, no, I’m good,” he stammered, gripping the handle of his suitcase tighter. “Just ... just give me a second.”
Joan chuckled, her heart fluttering with an unfamiliar sensation. She felt a strange mix of pride and lust, a primal joy in knowing that her grown son found her desirable.
But before she could dwell on it, John’s voice called up the stairs, his tone urgent. “Joan, I just got a call from work. There’s an emergency, and I need to go in for a few hours.”
Joan turned toward the sound of his voice. “Come on up here and say hello to your son first!” she commanded.
“Be right there!” John called out. He ran up the stairs, gave his son a quick hug and an apology. James was accustomed to this happening to his dad. He just shrugged and wished his dad luck as he ran off to the office.
“Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I got a text from Emma. She’s probably not going to make it out here until tomorrow,” James said.
“Oh, that sister of yours,” she said annoyed. “Oh well, I guess it’ll just be us, just like old times.”
There was a brief moment of awkwardness as the mother and son stood there in the guest bedroom, made worse by a resumption of the ghost’s hands, surreptitiously massaging her ass. Joan knew she needed to get out of there right away. Trying not to panic, she said, “I need to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. Will you be OK here for an hour or so?”
“Of course, Mom. Take your time. I’ll just make myself comfortable,” he said, sitting himself down on the edge of the bed. Once again, this put his eyes at the same level as her chest. She noticed and her nipples got even harder, piercing through the shirt despite herself.
She quickly turned and walked out of the room, trying to hide her growing arousal. As she descended the stairs, she felt the ghost’s presence lingering behind her, its energy playfully teasing her every step. She could almost hear its low, throaty chuckle in the air, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
Joan paused at the bottom of the stairs, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She glanced back up at the second floor, where James was now unpacking his suitcase, his back turned to her. The sight of him - young, strong, and completely unaware of the storm brewing inside her - made her bite her lip.
She needed to get out of the house for a while. She grabbed her purse and car keys and rushed out the front door.
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