Susie Darlin'
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A young man named Richard is thrust into a world of supernatural intrigue where magic, witches, and ghosts are the norm. To overcome a new and dangerous adversary, he'll have to rely on the perky, alluring, and oddly youthful spirit of his grandmother, a feisty witch lost in the 1950s who has more on her mind than Ricky's magic training. Along the way he'll discover not only a new side of himself, but also that nothing, not ties of blood nor even death itself, can deny the heart what it wants.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Age Gap Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Ghost Magic Incest Grand Parent Cream Pie Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Halloween
The next day, we ditched our usual training regimen as Susie continued her discussion of astral projection with me. In essence, what it boiled down to was the spiritual form of myself, mingled with my consciousness would be separated from my body and, with her help, travel to the astral plane.
“Well, one of the astral planes, since there are several,” she clarified. “But the important thing is that it’s saturated with mystic energy, so just being there will broaden your mind and retune it to a more mystical mindset, thus allowing you to resume your studies at an even faster pace than before. And this being Samhain, or All Hallow’s Eve as you may know it, will help matters. After all, it’s the time when barriers between worlds are the thinnest and mystical energy is running rampant, so the effects should be even more pronounced.”
“Oh yeah,” I murmured, having completely lost track of the days, forgetting it was even Halloween. “So, how long do I need to stay?”
She chuckled. “There’s that normie mindset again. Time, as you understand it, flows differently there. No matter how long you stay in the astral plane, as you put it, when you return to your physical body it will seem as if no time has passed at all. Don’t worry, I’ll monitor you and make sure you don’t overdo it, since it can be a bit overwhelming for newbies.”
“Speaking of which,” I asked, “once I leave my body, how will I be able to get back into it?”
Susie grinned. “What’s the matter, cutie, afraid you’ll be stuck with me in spirit form? That might not be as bad as you think, ya know. But don’t worry, I’ll leave a part of your soul in your body that will act as a beacon of sorts, and will draw the rest of you back at the appropriate time.”
The way she explained it made the whole concept seem so simple, but I knew it was a lot more complicated than she was saying. But I’d accepted the risks, and was determined to see it through, I resolved as we continued our conversation. And then, once the sun had set and it was getting close to dinnertime, Susie announced it was time to begin.
“This is one of those things it’s better to do on an empty stomach,” she explained, hovering over me as I lay flat on my back in bed, much like I had during the curse purification. But even though I again found myself naked, she remained fully clothed. “Okay, hold your hands in the air, palms upward toward the ceiling,” she instructed, and I did so.
“You sure you don’t to be naked as well?” I asked, just wanting to be sure. “I mean fair’s fair, after all.”
She giggled. “Not right now, studmuffin, but the night is young,” she said in a voice filled with promise as she pressed her palms against mine. “Trust me, there are good reasons for your ... state, which will be clear later. Alright, you know the drill—just lay there, focus your mind on me, and let me do my thing.”
I wish you’d suck my thing, I thought, as I complied with her instructions. For the longest time we stayed in that position in total silence. It wasn’t hard to focus my mind on her, since she was right above me and pretty much all I thought about these days. I expanded on this, concentrating on letting her into the innermost parts of myself, allowing her to take hold of me.
Then I heard Susie start to murmur above me, feeling her hands sinking slowly into mine. It was strange, yet good at the same time as her fingers began to wiggle around within my hands and arms, as if searching for something, gasping slightly as she extended her search into my chest. Then I felt her find what she’d been looking for, her grip tightening around something that was there yet not there at the same time, and began to gently tug on it, pulling it out of my body toward her. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. I started to cry out, only to find out that not only would my lips not move, nor would any other part of my body, I realized as my vision began to wink in and out, finally failing completely.
When I could see again, I was looking down at myself on the bed, as if I were asleep. It was then that I was hovering in the air above my body, looking down on it. “Fuck me,” I whispered, staring at my translucent hand.
“Maybe later,” a teasing voice said from next to me. I looked over to see Susie grinning at me and my reaction to my disembodied self. “How ya feeling there?”
“Okay, I guess, maybe a little disoriented,” I said, still getting used to this floating sensation.
She took my hand, which felt much more natural now that we were both spirits. “That’s totally normal, and should pass once we’re on the astral plane,” she said, pointing upward at a dim circle of light in the ceiling. “You ready to go, dreamboat?”
I gave one final glance at my body before nodding at her. “Let’s do it.” And with that, we hovered up to the ceiling and into the light.
The next thing I knew I was in a 50s living room much like the one I’d seen in my vision of my grandmother’s demise, only smaller and much cozier. It also gave off a pleasing and friendly vibe, and I just instinctively knew that no robed figures were going to jump out and kill us. “What is this place?” I muttered to myself. “This doesn’t look like an astral plane.”
“Oh, but it is,” Susie said from behind me. I spun to face her, my brow crinkling. She was still Susie, of course, but she looked different, human, like she had in my visions of her. Her form was solid, her flesh rosy and pink, as if there was actual blood flowing beneath. All that remained of ghost Susie were her clothes and purple eyes, although even they looked more natural and less glittery. “The astral plane appears however one wishes it to. And here, in my small parcel of it, I have chosen this environment.”
“Okay, I can accept that,” I said. “But forgive me for sounding so insensitive, but how is it that you look so, you know, alive?”
She frowned, looking down at her arm. “What the...” she trailed off, poking at her hand with a finger, then harder, than almost stabbing it before looking up. “I’m always a bit more solid here, but this...” She pressed a thumb to her wrist, holding it there for a few moments. Then, her eyes went wide. “By the moon and all the fucking stars, I have a pulse!” How...” she looked to me beaming, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. “You! You must have done this! You-you gave me life again!”
I held up my hands, trying to control my shock. “Whoa, hold on a sec. I just got here, and I have no fucking idea how this place works. How could I have possibly have brought you back to life?”
She shook her head, seeming to calm down a bit, although still giddy. “Let me clarify—I’m not really alive again, I only appear so here, with what’s commonly known as a full incarnation. You see, just as one can affect one’s surroundings here in the astral plane, depending on their power, one can also affect one’s shape and form.
“With my power, normally I can only appear in the astral plane as a semi-incarnation, somewhat like I did when I removed your curse. But this, being able to breathe, to feel,” she said, running a hand up and down her arm, pinching herself, “is far beyond my strongest efforts. And while such manifestations are not unheard of, they’re not exactly common either. The only answer is that you did this with your magic power.”
“But how?” I asked, still not quite understanding. “I can barely lift a cotton ball yet, with your help I might add. How could I have enough power to give you that form?”
She shook her head. “Your level of training with magic isn’t what matters here, only your innate magical power, your potential shall we say. And yours must be far, far greater than even I imagined, to subconsciously project not only yourself as fully human, but me as well.”
I looked down at myself, poking my skin as she had. Susie was right, I appeared just as alive here as she did. I looked back up to her, her eyes shining with joy. “Is this how you really see me?” she asked in a quiet voice. “Not as a ghost, but as a living woman?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I guess I have for a while now. I mean, why wouldn’t I? You’ve shown more humanity with me than most actual humans. Not to mention you’re the first woman who’s actually enjoyed spending time with me in a long time, without having some sort of agenda. So yes, you may be a ghost, but you’re still the best human I know.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but words seemed to fail her, as her mouth opened and closed several times. At last she gave up and just rushed at me, wrapping me in the tightest, hardest bear hug I’d ever had, erasing any doubts I may have had about her claims. For I held with my own hands her warm, vibrant body, felt her warm breath on my neck, listened to the steady thrumming of her heart in her chest. “Thank you so much,” she whispered, looking up at me. “No one’s said anything so nice about me since ... since ... well, let’s just say it’s been a while.”
“It’s all true,” I murmured, still trying to process all this. “But are you sure I’m the one responsible, and not someone else powerful nearby? You said there were other ghosts and magic users around, right?”
“Let’s find out,” she said, breaking away gently and backing up a few steps. “Now, I want you to take away my clothes.”
I blinked at her. “Huh?”
She chuckled. “Well, let me rephrase that, I want you to focus on taking away the clothes I have on now, and give me some new ones, whatever you like.” She rubbed at her pink poodle skirt. “Meanwhile, I’m going to focus as hard as I can on keeping my current outfit. If my theory is correct, and the innate magic reservoir within you is as great as I think it is, then your will should override mine, and I should find myself with some new threads.”
I frowned. “So technically, this is sort of a magic fight between us? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this plan. What if you’re right, and I accidentally hurt you somehow?” I asked, remembering how her last magical fight in a 50s house turned out.
“You’re sweet for worrying so,” Susie said, gifting me with a smile. “But don’t think of it as a fight, it’s more of a friendly contest, one that I’ve willingly agreed to. And don’t worry, no matter how it turns out, neither of us will suffer any pain or permanent damage.” Her smile turned mischievous. “Now come on, you wuss, gimme your best shot, unless you’re too chicken.”
I smirked, my worries making way for my competitive side as in my mind I conjured the perfect outfit I’d like to see her in. “Oh, you’re going down, Susie Q.”
She laughed, and the contest of wills got underway. I focused my gaze on her, concentrating on the new attire I’d like to see her in, as she strove to maintain her current garb. It was odd, I could actually feel something within me welling up and pushing outward, then colliding against something and struggling with it, which I assumed was her magic. It was sort of like a mental arm-wrestling contest, both of us going back and forth, alternatively giving and gaining ground.
And then without warning my magic just seemed to plough through hers, shattering it as she let out a yelp and fell back a few steps, as if pushed. At the same time her outfit morphed and shifted into the outfit I’d been thinking about—Betty’s blue and yellow cheerleading top and matching skirt from the classic Archie comics, complete with an ‘R’ over her breasts for Riverdale High, and matching pom-poms, the ribbon in her hair now a bright blue.
However, I had made a few modifications to the standard 50s edition. Instead of the high collar, this particular top had a plunging V-neck design that showed off Susie’s generous cleavage, as well as being cut to show off her taut mid-riff. And speaking of showing things off, the redesigned skirt did the same for her long, smooth legs, given that this one barely reached midway down her thighs. The only thing I left intact was her saddle shoes and bobby socks, starting to think I had some sort of fetish with them.
“Well, I guess that settles it then,” looking herself over before looking back at me with an approving grin. “You are indeed as powerful as I thought, with a vivid and sexy imagination to boot. Although,” she added, rubbing her thighs together, “you could’ve at least given me a pair of panties with this barely-there skirt, you dirty boy.”
I returned her grin. “Hey you did say whatever I wanted, and I wanted something to showcase that great new body of yours,” I said, openly leering at her. “I assume it’s functional in every way?”
She made her way back over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she looked into my eyes. “And I’m anxious to prove it to you, over and over again.” Just then, her stomach growled quite loudly. “But first,” she said, looking a bit sheepish, “I think I really need some food. Isn’t that amazing? I’m actually hungry!”
“Oh, okay,” I said, still wrestling with the concept that she had a body here. “So, to get food here, do we just think about it, or—”
I was cut off when she gave me a playful tap with one of her pom-poms. “That’s no fun. Oh, I know! Let’s head down to Buddy’s! They have the best burgers this side of heaven, or so I’ve heard, and now that I have taste buds I can find out for myself.” Her face lit up, and she clapped her hands lightly. “Ohhh, not to mention that tonight’s the annual astral Halloween party! I haven’t been to one in forever, especially with a hot date.”
She’d mentioned Buddy’s before, and from what she said I assumed it was some sort of diner or something here in astral world. As such, my curiosity was piqued. I smirked. “Halloween party, eh? I’m beginning to suspect that might be the real reason you brought me here tonight.”
“My Ricky is so suspicious,” she said, adopting the most adorable innocent expression and tone as she batted her eyelashes at me. “Don’t you know that a woman can have many motives for what she does, and all of them may be ... beneficial, and even enjoyable, to her man? So, what do ya say, wanna take your Betty out for a ride and a bite?”
“Why not?” I responded, unable to resist the hidden promise in her voice. “So, do you want to change back into your usual clothes, since we’re going out?”
My suggestion was greeted with another bop of her pom-poms. “Silly Ricky, didn’t you hear me say this was a Halloween party? That means costumes, and I simply adore the one you picked out for me!” she exclaimed, twirling around and making her teeny skirt flutter. “Now, all I need is a studly Archie to go with my sexy Betty. Any volunteers?”
A few minutes later, or what seemed like a few minutes anyway, we were on our way to Buddy’s. That is, after I’d picked my tongue off the ground at seeing the ‘wheels’ she had in this world, a candy-apple red 1955 Ford Thunderbird, one of the all-time great muscle cars. To my even greater surprise she tossed me the keys, letting me drive.
She’d also helped me conjure up some more fitting attire as well, and I was now sporting the simple, but rocking, as she put it, Archie attire. It was fairly simple, consisting mostly of tight jeans and a flashy blue and yellow letter jacket with an ‘R’ emblazoned on it, matching her cheerleader costume. But I had to admit, as she stood with her arm around my shoulder as I studied myself in a mirror, we made a pretty hot pair in our duds. I’d often dreamed of being Archie, with an adoring Betty hanging on my arm, and now it was actually happening.
Before leaving she did make a few adjustments to her look, including a scant pair of frilly blue panties, which she let me see. Just so that no one else would glimpse the merchandise, as she put it, that was now for my eyes only. She also added a touch of makeup, as well as a generous dollop of blonde coloring to her hair, even though I insisted that she was already a knockout with her usual white locks. But she really wanted fit into her Betty persona as much as possible, including blue eyes, so I dropped it.
And so we made our way to the diner, an unusually starry night sky above us and a surprisingly smooth road below us. Susie rested her head on my shoulder as we cruised, explaining a bit more about how this particular astral plane worked. “Think of it as somewhat like a homeowner’s association of spirits, magic users, and the like, only not as strict. Everyone here agrees as to the general theme, in this case a general 50s vibe, and basic physical layout of the plane. But as far as personal space, activities, and appearances go, as long as we don’t bother anyone else, the sky’s the limit. We’re also free to bring visitors, as I did with you, as long as they don’t cause a ruckus.”
I shook my head. “And all this time, I thought you’d just been stuck in that old house.”
She tittered. “Well, with my limited power and household responsibilities, I don’t get here as often as I’d like. But still, it’s good to get away once in a while. To hang out with kindred spirits, so to speak.”
I nodded, her explanation rousing another question in me. “Speaking of magic users, we’re not going to run into Tamryn here, are we?”
Susie snorted. “I’ll admit that back in the mortal realm Tamryn might have a slight edge on me, but here she is nothing but a bug waiting to be squashed. If she dared try anything now, I’d kick her sorry ass screaming back to earth and beyond. Same goes for anyone else who tries to mess with me or my dreamboat,” she said, playing with my hair, styled to look like Archie’s.
Thus assured, our conversation turned to lighter topics until we pulled into the parking lot at Buddy’s, located just outside of town to what I assumed was the south. It was pretty much what you’d expect of a 50s diner that also apparently doubled as a dance club—bright neon lights, vibrant pink and turquoise walls, and checkered flooring. When we walked in the place my ears were assaulted with the sounds of loud and happy chatter, mingled with the sounds of a live band in the back dance area belting out “Purple People Eater”. The place was packed, even though it was much more spacious than it looked on the outside. I never thought we’d get a seat, I thought, surveying the mass of humanlike mages and witches intermingled with the mostly paler ghosts.
But then a passing ghost waitress, who looked almost as human as my date, apparently knew Susie. The girl, who had styled herself up as Audrey Hepburn, squealed and gave her a hug, telling Susie her usual spot was open. Then, after sizing me up and giving Susie the thumbs up, she was off again in a flash. And it wasn’t just the waitress, as I followed Susie toward what I could now see was an empty booth in the corner, many other women (and men) all costumed up as various 50s personalities (at least, I think they were costumes) greeted her, and even more stared at the provocative outfit barely covering the stunning body she was now rocking thanks to me, leaving me wishing I’d been a little more modest in her costume choice.
At last we made it to an empty booth in the far corner, and now I could see that there was a sign on the wall above it, which said ‘Susie’s Spot’. “You seem to be quite popular here,” I remarked, trying to keep my tone cool, “even got your own reserved space and everything.”
But despite my best efforts Susie saw right through me, giving me a wry look. “Why Ricky baby, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.”
“Wh-what? Me ... j-jealous?” I stammered. “I’m not jealous, just, you know, curious about how you spend your time here.”
“You are jealous! That is so cute!” she squealed, before taking my hand and looking me in the eye. “But you have no reason to be, I swear. Yes, I won’t deny that both before and after my untimely check-out, I was a bit of a party girl, and liked to have fun. Hell, I even dated a bit. But I swear on my mother’s grave, well, once she has one, that besides a little heavy petting I haven’t been with another man since Blaise passed. I came close a few times, but none quite measured up to Blaise. Until you, that is.”
She squeezed my hand. “So, from now on, if it’s what you want, all the fun I have, from kissing on up that I ever have will be with you. So, what do you say? Want to move this relationship up from testing the waters to going steady?”
“Do I ever,” I murmured, unable to believe what I was hearing, ashamed of what I’d been thinking of her. “That is, if you can forgive me for being such a jackass.”
She tittered. “Agreed, but only if you promise to forgive me the next time I’m a jackass. It’ll happen, times when one of us will do or say something insensitive, disagree with the other, or just downright get on the other’s nerves. But the important thing is that the joy we bring each other far outweighs any of that junk.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” I said. “For even though we haven’t technically, you know, gone all the way yet, this is still the most rewarding, satisfying relationship I’ve ever had with a woman.”
Susie blushed, but before she could respond the waitress from before appeared. After a giddy exchange in which Susie joked that Archie had finally picked her over Veronica, she introduced me to her friend June. “Say Susie,” June said to her friend, “have you ever thought about, you know...” She then leaned in and whispered something in Susie’s ear, which made her giggle and blush even more.
“You’re so bad, June,” Susie said, giving our waitress a playful slap on the arm. Then, after taking our orders, June gave me a sly wink and hurried off.
“So, what was that about?” I asked, looking after the retreating girl.
Susie wagged an admonishing finger at me. “Oh, no, a lady has to have some secrets. But I’ll say this—I don’t think it’s anything you’d object to.”
I was learning when to let things drop, and this being one of those times, I shifted the conversation into other topics, still thinking about the gigantic step we’d just taken in our relationship. I was thrilled beyond measure, yet a small part of me was apprehensive. Just where were we heading, and what was in store for us especially now that I knew that, in the astral plane at least, complete physical intimacy with Susie was possible?
But I put such thoughts on the back burner when our food arrived. It was standard diner fare—burgers, fries, and cola, but you should’ve seen the look on Susie’s face that steaming plate in front of her. Why, you’d think she’d just been presented with a giant chest of gold the way she looked at it with such wonder and awe, taking a big whiff of it. But I suppose that for someone who hadn’t tasted a thing in seventy years, such a treat was worth more than any treasure.
While Susie splattered her plate with ketchup and dug in with gusto, I took things slow with my meal. Despite the fact she’d assured me that I’d be fine eating the food here, I didn’t want to overdo it. And not only that, but there was something about the meal, just like everything else in this place, that seemed a bit better than anything back on earth. The burger was more flavorful, the fries crispier, the cola tastier than any I’d ever had.
“Would you like any dessert?” June asked as we were finishing up.
Susie leaned back in the booth, rubbing at her belly and smiling as if she’d just had a hundred orgasms. “Fuck, that was so good, and some dessert would be lovely,” she said languidly, looking up at June. “I believe my handsome friend and I will have a triple layer chocolate torte, complete with the topping.”
June frowned. “But you do remember Jack likes to make those from scratch right? It’ll take a while before it’s ready.”
“I certainly hope so,” Susie replied, cocking her head slight toward me. “It’ll give Ricky and me a chance to, ya know, catch up on things.”
“Oh. Ohhhh...” June said, winking at her friend. “I gotcha. One triple layer chocolate torte coming right up. I’ll be back to check on you later, much later.”
“Was that some sort of code talk, or something?” I asked, a bit confused as I watched June depart, still grinning. “Are we really gonna get chocolate torte, or not? Please don’t tease me when it comes to chocolate.”
Susie tittered, shifting in her seat a bit. “Oh, don’t worry, dreamboat, the chocolate torte is very real, and will be here before you know it. But in the meantime,” she whispered as she leaned over the table toward me, folding her arms under her breasts to really accentuate them, “how’d you like to sample some maple spice cake?”
I shrugged. “Well, I like maple spice cake, but I think that between that and the chocolate torte it ... might ... be...” I trailed off as realization hit me, and I felt a tingle in all the places I shouldn’t in a public setting. “And you’re not talking about actual spice cake, are you?”
She rubbed her hand over mine. “My clever man, figuring it out so quickly,” she said as she closed her eyes, rubbing her thighs together. “I was gonna wait, but now that my tummy is full of all that yummy food, other parts of this lovely astral body you gave me are screaming for a test run.” She opened her eyes, now full of ardor and lust, giving her the appearance of a lioness in heat. “Now.”
“Now?” I repeated stupidly, leaning closer to her. “You want me to eat your pussy right now?”
A shudder passed through her body. “Fuck, it’s so hot when you say it like that. And yes please, right now, if you wouldn’t mind,” she said, like a teacher asking a student to feed the fish. “You did say you would, right? It’s all I’ve thought about these past few weeks. Believe me, you have no idea how hard it was to keep saying no, to deny myself. But here, we can indulge ourselves as much as we want, without depleting any of your reserves.”
“Well, yes, I did say that,” I admitted. “But I didn’t mean right in the middle of a public place.”
She smiled, through which she let out another soft moan, continuing to squirm. “That’ll just make the whole thing more exciting, don’t ya think? I mean, there are lots of other men here, and women too, who would love to be in your position. But of all of them, you’re the one I choose, the one I trust, with such an intimate and delicate task.”
She rubbed her foot against my calf. “Pretty please?” she implored in that perfectly pathetic tone she always used when she really wanted something. “If you do, I promise I’ll do something super amazing for you later, okay? If you don’t, well, I might just explode. Which would be messy, especially with all that good stuff I just ate.”
“Okay, okay,” I whispered as she clapped her hands in delight. “But just a few things first. One, tell me right away if anything I do is uncomfortable, alright? And two, keep any happy noises you may have to a minimum? I don’t want to draw a lot of attention.”
She nodded eagerly, the look on her face suggesting she was quite amused by my conditions. “Yes, yes, of course, whatever you say, you wonderful, fantastic man you. Now, get on your knees, and get ready to please.”
I arched an eyebrow at her lewd little rhyme as I looked around us, glad to see most of the immediate area had cleared somewhat as many finished their food and headed toward the bash in the back. The remaining patrons were engaged in their own conversations, to the point that it was unlikely that they noticed when I slipped discretely under the table, getting myself ‘on my knees’ as Susie had more or less ordered me to do.
Her legs were already spread wide in anticipation, making it easy for me to scoot myself into position. I hadn’t seen them this close and ... vibrant before, and I wanted to take my time to explore them, to run my hands all along their silky smoothness. But given the desperate need I’d heard in Susie’s voice, she was likely to give me a swift kick to put me back on track if I dallied unnecessarily.
So I contented myself with placing my hand on her calf, running my hand slowly up her leg until I reached the hem of her skirt, bunching it around her waist to reveal the barely-there blue lace panties she wore underneath. Not only that, but I could smell she’d been telling the truth about the high state of her arousal, able to smell its sweet muskiness from here.
Susie’s body quivered slightly as I went about my work. “Fuck, you’re really gonna do it, aren’t you? You’re going to eat my pussy,” she whispered down to me in a tone that suggested she couldn’t quite believe it.
“I am,” I said, making my way toward my ultimate, running my hand along her smooth thigh as I repositioned myself so I was now kneeling between her spread legs. “Unless you don’t want me to. I may be a little out of practice, but I think I still remember enough of my pre-curse sexual experiences to do a decent job.”
“No, it’s not that,” she said quickly, looking down at me. “It’s just that, well, Blaise was always a bit old-fashioned in regards to anything oral. As such, he never really liked to do that sort of thing, so I don’t really know what to expect. But I do know I want to try it, have wanted to ever since you suggested the possibility back during training.”
I shook my head. “That’s a damn shame; Blaise didn’t know what he was missing. If I was married to a goddess like you, I wouldn’t let a day go by without going down on you at least once.”
Susie cocked her head, studying me carefully. “Is that some sort of proposal?”