Vengeance Gone Wickedly Awry

Vicky Hall was always being pranked by her mischievous son, especially on the best day of all for pranks: Halloween.

This year as September turned to October, Vicky started making plans for a Halloween prank to pull on her son. The prank would revolve around the two of them spending Halloween night in the allegedly haunted house up on Spyglass Hill.

The abandoned house was for sale, having just been put on the market, and it just so happened the listing agent was Vicky’s best friend, Angie.

Angie, after three days of being pestered by her friend, reluctantly agreed to give Vicky access to the house for the evening. Vicky, of course, swore they would not do any damage to the old house and no one would be the wiser they spent the night there.

Her son, Conner, would be only more than happy to accompany his mother for the evening as he was, as she put it, a “freak” about anything concerning the supernatural. In fact, his life’s ambition was to be one of those famous, so called, ghost hunters.

Everything fell neatly in place when Vicky was able to talk Seong into going along with her wicked plans for the evening. It would cost her a neat thousand dollars to secure the services of the pretty Korean dancer with the hot body, but if her plans bore fruit and she was able to, in her own words, “scare the hell out of my son” the grand she was spending would be well worth it.

Vicky worked as the night shift manager at a strip club downtown which featured a good half dozen strippers of Asian descent. Seong was the third dancer she talked to about the “personal services” job she needed to have performed on Halloween and was a near perfect fit for the role.

The house on Spyglass Hill, a rambling two story, five bedroom affair, was allegedly haunted by the legendary Lady in White.

What happened at the house nearly forty years ago was well documented. Allan Brentwood III, a widower, lived in the home then. He had three sons, the oldest, Conrad, was eighteen when the nasty affair went down.

Mr. Brentwood, shortly after moving in, hired a nanny to help care for the two younger children, aged five and seven. The thirty one year old nanny, Hana, was from Korea and extremely easy on the eyes. She also possessed an exceptionally shapely body featuring a pair of well rounded, nicely sized, breasts.

As it turned out, sadly for all concerned in the end, the senior Brentwood fell deeply in love with his nanny, but the problem was Hana was interested in someone else — Conrad.

Four months passed with Conrad and Hana outrageously flirting with each other before they finally ended up in Conrad’s bedroom. Sadly, they picked a day when Allan unexpectedly came home from the office early.

He was just about to enter his bedroom when, from down the hallway in the direction of Conrad’s bedroom, he heard some giggling. It sounded like Hana. Curious, he slipped down the hallway quietly. The door to his son’s bedroom was partially open.

Peeking inside his was at first shocked, then angered to see Hana, decked out in some extraordinary sexy, sheer white two piece lingerie, and her son fooling around on his bed.

Mr. Brentwood was in high spirits upon coming home thanks to the three Jack and cokes he downed at the country club before making his way home. For the past few months, Allan had been lavishing Hana with expensive gifts while being extra charming with her. Sadly, he thought maybe he had a real shot of winning the sexy nanny’s heart.

Seeing his eldest son in bed with her blew all those dreams to hell. Conrad, after spotting his dad, they didn’t really like each other much, in the doorway snapped at him, “Jesus Dad, get the fuck out of my room!”

Allan was a bit ill-tempered to begin with and when he had been drinking, especially the whiskey, it was look out below. A wild fight ensued between father and son with poor Hana caught up in the whirlwind. Trying her best to break up the fight, Hana ended up dead for her troubles when Allan pushed her violently. She fell backwards, striking her head on the hard marble topped dresser.

Conrad and Allan continued fighting, both of them unaware Hana lay bleeding a few feet away.

When they finally noticed and called 9-1-1 it was too late. She died there in the bedroom. Two weeks later, an inconsolable Conrad, he was deeply and hopelessly in love with the nanny, took his own life while Allan was tried and convicted and went to prison.

Over the past forty some odd years, the house had three different families living there with each of them reporting seeing a mysterious figure, the Lady in White wandering the house, especially Conrad’s former room, in search of something . . . or maybe it was someone.

After the last family moved out, the house sat empty for nearly a year when it fell into Angie’s lap. Knowing how her best friend’s son loved anything related to the supernatural, Angie naturally informed Vicky of how she was tasked with trying to sell the house on Spyglass Hill haunted by the infamous Lady in White.

Unlike her son, Vicky did not believe much in ghosts but that would not keep her from using the house’s reputation to prank her son.

Vicky spent the weeks leading up to Halloween perfecting the script Seong would use to scare her son on Halloween night. In a matter of perfect symbolism, Conner would be turning eighteen on Halloween. Yes, the same age as the unfortunate Conrad.

October 31, Halloween

Vicky came bustling home from the office. She was late and in a hurry to get going. “Come on Connie, let’s go. It’s already eight o’clock and our Uber should be here any minute. I’m not even going to have time to change. You know it’s a good half hour ride out there, plus we have to stop and pick up the food on the way. And a bottle of champagne as I wanna celebrate your birthday in style.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mom,” Conner grumbled as he stuffed what he would need for the night: toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, deodorant, a pair of flashlights, and a sweatshirt into his small overnight bag. He didn’t much care for his mom’s pet nickname for him, “Connie”, but as usual, with all things concerning his mom, he gave her a pass.

Nearly thirty minutes later, the two of them were dropped off by their ride in front of the house. Vicky decided against driving to the house themselves for a very simple reason. When explaining her reasoning and how it would be more fun–and scarier–if they were trapped in the old house with no easy means of escape– like by just going outside and hopping in a car and driving off.

The house sat off by itself a good half mile from its nearest neighbor and on this cold, rainy Halloween night, escaping by foot from the house, if it came to that, would be an uncomfortable option.

In order to increase their feeling of isolation, Vicky also suggested they leave their phones at home. Again, Conner agreed. Just as she was unlocking the front door, Vicky turned to her son, telling him, “You know Angie told me the power is not on here so we will be relying on my candles and your flashlights for light, Connie.”

“Hmm, all the better to see some ghosts in a dark abandoned house with no power. I would not have it any other way,” he happily retorted.

“Me neither,” Vicky told him as she pushed open the front door and they entered the dark house.

Conner played his flashlight around the inside of the gloomy living room. It was devoid of furniture except for a single large sofa.

They spent the next twenty minutes or so using the two flashlights Conner brought exploring the house. It was partially furnished, with some rooms being nearly empty, while others had a full complement of furniture.

“Why didn’t the last people that stayed here take all their stuff,” Conner asked as they headed down the hallway toward Conrad’s bedroom.

“From what Angie told me they left in a bit of a hurry. Apparently the Lady in White did not much care for them and scared the hell out of them . . . or so the story goes as told to Angie.”

Conner paused before the last door on the left. “This was Conrad’s room. Where it happened . . . where the Lady in White was killed, Mom.”

“Oh really. Hmm, let’s take a look inside huh.”

“Hey Mom, before we go inside, inside the lair of the infamous Lady in White, I have to warn you of something.”

“Go ahead,” Vicky said with a smile. God bless his heart, true to form, her son was about to try and scare her.

“Once we enter her lair there will be no turning back. We shall have revealed ourselves to her and will be at her mercy . . . especially since you know, on Halloween, the spirit world is closer to our world than any other day.”

“Oh really. Hmm, if you are trying to scare your mother Connie it’s not going to work.”

She started to turn the knob on the door to enter the room when he put his hand on hers. “Wait stop. I’m not done yet. You are in danger, Mom. You must understand this.”

“Stop messing with me, Son. How am I in danger? So far this house doesn’t seem all that creepy. In fact, it seems downright normal if you ask me.”

“Yeah, well it only seems normal because you don’t really believe in ghosts, Mom. You are not in tune to the spiritual world like I am. And now listen to my warning and take heed. You do know that the spirit world is drawn to beauty so . . .” He paused, giving her his most charming smile.

“So . . .” she said, prompting him to finish.

“So I’m just saying . . . you could be in trouble tonight since you are . . . you know beautiful.”

Vicky felt herself flush from her son’s charming little compliment, before she quietly admonished him. “I think maybe you are just saying that Connie.”

“No I mean it, Mom. You still are very pretty and . . .” Again, he paused, not sure if he should finish his thought.

And what?” Vicky said slightly exasperated at having to draw it out of him.

“I was just going to say you are still pretty and are in real nice shape . . . you know for your age.”

“Thank you I think,” Vicky said, blushing again.

It was true. Conner thought his mom, with her pretty blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and angelic face, the one that always seemed to have a bright smile on it, was damn near perfect. And when you added to the mix her bombshell body, Vicky was more than just your average mom. She was–indeed– the stuff of forbidden fantasies.

Thanks to a fanatical daily workout regime, coupled with a strict diet, the 5′ 2″ 116 pound Vicky still, even into her mid-thirties, owned a terrific body. Her abs were firm and nearly fat free as was her thighs and ass, but they were nothing compared to her pride and joy — a pair of awesome, all natural, sizable set of tits. Sizable enough where Vicky needed, when she bothered to put one on, to wear a size 32 G bra.

Vicky had developed young, and learned young, how to use those big tits of hers to her advantage. At the age of seventeen, nearly a year after Conner was born, she used a fake ID to get a job at a local strip joint. Her and Jack, Conner’s father, were planning on getting married soon and needed the money. And the money– did it ever come rolling in as Vicky seemed to be a natural at the strip club.

She had a friendly, outgoing over-the-top personality to match her oversized, over-the-top boobs, and the men at the strip clubs just ate her up. She continued in the stripping business until she was almost thirty when, after getting her college degree in business management, she finally had enough of the sleazy business up on the stage and retired from dancing to become a manager at the club.

Wanting to hear more, Vicky leaned forward, giving her son her most fetching smile. “So you think your mom could step down from her lofty management position at the club and go back to stripping if she so desired.”

Now it was Conner’s turn to blush. The truth was he had, not often but a time or two anyways, thought, or maybe fantasied might be a better way of putting it, about his mom, up on stage, stripping. In his fantasy though she was not stripping at the club, in front of a bunch of asshole guys, but stripping someplace private, like his bedroom maybe, just for him.

He hesitated before answering, wanting to say something charming but the best he could come up with was the simple truth. “Only if you wanted to make a whole shitload of tips, Mom.”

“I will take that as a simple yes,” Vicky replied. “Now your warning has been duly noted so let’s have a look inside shall we?”

Hand in hand, they entered the bedroom. A quick wave of their flashlights revealed Conrad’s former room still had in it a queen size bed, two nightstands flanking the bed, and a tall dresser.

“Well nothing much to see here now but an ordinary bedroom,” Vicky said.

Ordinary or not, Vicky did feel an odd tingling sensation, like they were being watched, but she quickly dismissed it as nerves because Conner was right– she did not really believe in ghosts.

Spotting the closet, Vicky hurried over to it, wanting to check it out to make sure there was no surprises inside, like it being maybe stuffed with so much junk Seong wouldn’t be able to hide in there comfortably.

Pulling up the door, she poked her head inside before waving her flashlight around the gloomy interior. It was large and still filled with some clothes. Conrad’s former bedroom must have last belonged to a girl though as the leftover clothes in the closet consisted of some dresses and skirts hanging from a long closet rod on one side, and on the other side, also hanging from a long closet rod, were a few pairs of jeans, a couple blouses, a jacket or two, and a good half dozen brightly colored scarves.

Satisfied the closet would do just fine as a hiding spot for her crime partner, Vicky quickly shut the door and joined Conner back out in the hallway.

“OK, I’m hungry so let’s go back downstairs Connie and have your champagne birthday dinner.”

Conner agreed, allowing his mother to lead him back down the stairs.

After reaching the kitchen, Conner spied the door leading down to the basement. “Should we explore the basement now?”

Vicky glanced at her watch. “No, not yet, let’s eat first hon. Like I said, I’m hungry.”

“Sure,” Conner replied.

There was a very good reason why Vicky put off exploring the basement. It was not time yet. According to her cleverly worked out plan with Seong, she would enter the house, very quietly, via the unlocked front door at exactly 9:45 pm. Just before then, Vicky would led the unsuspecting Conner downstairs to the basement to explore it, allowing Seong time enough to slip up the stairs and hide in the last bedroom on the left hand side of the hallway– Conrad’s old bedroom, where Hana died so tragically those many long years ago.

Vicky and her son enjoyed a quiet candle light dinner of Chinese food and champagne where they made small talk before the conversation turned serious.

“Well Connie I hope you aren’t too disappointed in having to spend the night with your old mother on Halloween and your eighteen birthday.”

He was about to take a bite of an egg roll when he sat it down. “Look mom, first of all you aren’t that old. You are what like forty.”

“Ha, I’m only like thirty six pal and if you are trying to butter me up hon, it’s not working.”

“Well speaking of buttering you up, try this on for size.” Reaching out, he was feeling a bit carefree and reckless from the glass and half of champagne he had shared with her already, he took her hand and squeezed it tight. “You are the best mom ever for taking me to this creepy haunted house on my birthday.”

“Really, you think the house is creepy. I mean it’s not some old falling down mansion like you see in the movies. If anything the house seems rather . . . normal and maybe even boring.”

Glancing at her watch, she saw it was almost 9:35. “OK so let’s finish up eating and go explore that basement and then after that we are going to go up to the bedroom where the Lady in White allegedly hangs out the most and I’m going to tell you a ghost story.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“But first before we go down there I gotta use the bathroom,” Vicky told him as she weaved her way out of the kitchen, the champagne leaving her feeling more than a little tipsy. On her way back from the small bathroom downstairs she made a quick detour to the front door, making sure it was unlocked.

Entering the kitchen, she said brightly, “OK let’s grab our flashlights and go explore the basement, Connie.”

The basement was dank and dirty and full of discarded furniture, knickknacks and old exercise equipment. Although there was really not much to explore, Vicky made sure they lingered down there allowing Seong time to get inside the house and upstairs to her hiding spot in the closet.

After going back upstairs to the kitchen, Vicky, surmising getting Conner a bit more tipsy would only set him up all the more to be scared, suggested they share a final glass of champagne before heading upstairs to the bedroom, where she would share her ghost story with him.

The single glass of champagne, turned into two though as they sat at the kitchen table simply enjoying each other’s company, and by the time they made their way up the stairs they were both feeling no pain. Just in case they wanted to feel even less pain, Vicky filled the champagne bucket she bought with ice from small cooler she also brought along, before stuffing the still half full bottle inside the bucket.

Once inside Conrad’s former bedroom, Vicky cast a furtive glance over at the closet. The door was cracked open slightly. She had made sure to shut it earlier so that could only mean one thing: everything was going according to plan and Seong was waiting already in the closet to pop out at the prescribed moment and scare the living shit out of her son.

At first, she was worried Conner might want to go over and check the closet out, but instead, maybe because of the champagne, he seemed only interested in sitting down on the bed and relaxing.

Vicky hurriedly spread a group of four large pillar candles out on both of the nightstands, lighting them as she went.

As she was lighting the last of the candles she told Conner, “I hope you don’t mind but I sort of assumed you would be wanting to sleep in the same bedroom haunted by the infamous Lady in White so I paid Angie a couple bucks to take the time to go to the mall and buy some new sheets and a new quilt for the bed here . . . I mean in case you were going to show your mom how brave you are by actually spending the night here in the bedroom . . . all by yourself.”

Conner, actually, much to his own surprise, felt a bit apprehensive about spending the night in this room . . . all alone . . . but he was eighteen now, and not some scared little boy who was too afraid to sleep alone in some stupid bedroom, even if it was–allegedly– haunted by a ghost.

His apprehensive came from a feeling of being watched, almost as soon as they entered the bedroom. It was a feeling he couldn’t shake, despite his best efforts to ignore it.

Bad feelings or not, Conner’s natural male pride prevented him from doing anything other than putting up a brave front and saying, “Of course I’m brave enough to sleep here by myself, Mom . . . yeah, especially since you were thoughtful enough to make sure the bed has clean sheets . . . I mean there is nothing more scary than a bed with dirty sheets huh?”

“My thoughts exactly hon,” Vicky replied as her neat little plan to prank her son clicked along, especially since he now agreed to spend the night here in the room alone.

She repressed a smile as she thought of how Seong, by now, should have changed out of whatever regular clothes she had been wearing to travel here and was now hiding in the closet, dressed in some sort of sheer white sexy lingerie, waiting to scare the hell out of her son. Vicky was very specific in her instructions to Seong: whatever lingerie she picked out, it had to be both sheer and white to match what Hana was wearing when she died, and to match the tall tales told afterwards of how she haunted the house still wearing the same thing sexy lingerie.

The scary part would come when Conner witnessed the Lady in White, dressed so sexy and showing off such a nice shapely body, but yet, at the same time, would appear so very fucking scary looking, thanks to whatever realistic looking ghoulish mask Seong picked out from the Halloween store.

Vicky told her cost was no problem; she would reimburse her for any and all expenses. Seong was simply to pick out the most realistic and hideous looking mask she could find.

After getting all the candles lit, Vicky plopped down on the bed next to her son. “So I am thinking, I want my ghost story I’m about to tell you to be as scary as possible for you . . . since, you know, you are so interested in scary movies, and ghosts, and all that other supernatural stuff.”

Conner thought for a moment before answering. “Well we have some things right so far. I mean the setting, or the atmosphere is pretty good for the telling of a scary ghost story.”

“You mean like how we are all alone, in a big old abandoned house, out in the middle of nowhere, on a cold rainy night, with no chance of escape, no way of communicating with anyone, and the house we are in is allegedly haunted by the beautiful, yet scary and infamous Lady in White. Oh and its Halloween to boot.”

“Now that you put it like that I guess the atmosphere is actually more than pretty good for your story. It’s actually nearly perfect.”

“Hmm, nearly perfect. What could make it more perfect? You are the expert, Connie. I mean you have seen about every single decent scary movie ever made.”

“Yeah, well, there is a couple more things we could do to like . . . improve the atmosphere.”

“Tell me what then,” she prompted him.

“Well, it’s really all about making yourself both vulnerable and attractive as possible to the monsters or ghosts or whatever might be after you. The more vulnerable you are, the more you will put yourself in a position to be scared . . . to be a victim.”

“So how can we make ourselves more vulnerable Conner for when I begin telling my ghost story? You must have an idea or two from all those horror movies you love watching.”

“Let me see. There are two things actually in any decent scary movie that potential victims do to place themselves in a more vulnerable position. Now on the flipside, generally there is one thing a potential victim might do to save themselves.”

“So tell me first what potential victims do to make themselves more vulnerable to attack.”

He gestured to the nightstand where the bottle of champagne sat. “Haven’t you noticed how the victims in scary movies have often been like . . . partying?”

“You mean like drinking or doing drugs.”

“Exactly,” Conner replied.

“Well we definitely have the drinking part covered and since I am fresh out of drugs to feed my young son I guess that will have to do . . . but hey . . . doesn’t it follow the drunker the potential victims are the more vulnerable they are?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well,” Vicky said as she reached over and grabbed the bottle of champagne. “One more shared glass of champagne could only make us all the more vulnerable . . . right hon?”

“Hmm, sure,” Conner replied. He was secretly thrilled his mom was wanting to get even a bit more tipsy as, yeah, she tended to get real friendly, and sometimes, a little touchy– feely when she got drunk.

After filling up the glass of champagne, Vicky was about to take the first sip when he said, “Wait . . . before you drink maybe I should tell you about the other thing that makes people vulnerable in scary movies.”

“Sure hon.”

“OK, well, I have noticed that the victims, especially the female victims are two things: both pretty and scantily dressed.”

“I guess we are batting five hundred, maybe, in that department as I am not very scantily dressed, considering this is my professional business attire I am wearing since I didn’t have time to change after getting home late from the club tonight and as for being pretty . . . I guess I will leave that up to your discretion.”

Conner smiled at her. “I am not sure what my discretion tells me, but I know what my eyes, for sure, tell me.”

“And what is that?”

“That my mom is a very good looking woman who would make a rather attractive target for any ghost or monster.”

“Hmm, and would she become an even more attractive target . . .” Vicky stood up, stripping off her suit jacket. “If maybe she was not so . . . ahh, overdressed.”

Bringing her hands to her blouse, she flashed him a sly smile before she started to unbutton it. “Let’s see if your theory holds any truth about the scantily clad, good looking women always drawing the scary things to them like moths to the flame.”

Conner simply could not believe his mother was starting to strip in front of him, but then again, she was a bit drunk so . . .

He watched as she slowly stripped off her white blouse. She almost seemed oblivious to him, as if she was in her own little world, and maybe she was, after all, she had been a stripper some many years ago before getting her college degree and moving up into management.

As his mom slowly peeled off her blouse, revealing a sexy black lace bra underneath, one thing became certain to Conner: his mother still possessed a great set of tits.

Almost sadly, he had precious little time to admire them before she turned her back on him. Reaching around, Vicky patiently unzipped her dark gray skirt. After her skirt hit the floor, he found himself admiring his mom’s fleshly ass shown off so very nicely by the matching black lace thong she was wearing.

Turning back around to face him, she hit him with another beguiling smile as she whispered, “There honey, now the pretty woman is scantily clad so, according to your scary movie logic this should help attract the ghost you so desperately want to see.”

“I . . . yeah, I mean . . .” Conner was stammering as his mom stood there boldly facing him in her sexy as hell underwear, “It . . . it can’t hurt.”

“Now speaking of getting hurt what it that one thing you said that potential victims could do to save themselves.”

“Yeah . . . that, well I have noticed in most scary movies if someone acts all sweet and innocent they sometimes are spared. I mean, it just seems like the really sweet characters in a horror movie often are the ones that survive.”

“Well then since I am such a prime target because, as you said, I am a very good looking woman, and I am obviously scantily dressed, I guess I better start acting all sweet and innocent and I think that applies to you too, Connie . . . you know, just in case, that wicked Lady in White is lurking about watching us . . . unseen and just waiting for the right moment to attack us.”

“You know Mom, I don’t think you should joke about that. I mean, she could really be here you know.” He dropped his voice to a quiet whisper. “I get the sense we are not alone in this bedroom, Mom.”

“Really? That is the exact same way I feel,” Vicky whispered back to him. “That we are not alone and that we are in a bit of danger.”

Vicky did her best to suppress an evil grin, knowing Ms. Seong, dressed up as The Lady in White, was waiting in the closet to scare her son. She would only be waiting until Vicky left him alone for the night and then . . . Boom she would pop out of the closet with her scary mask in place, hopefully giving Conner a nasty little Halloween/birthday surprise.

But in the meantime, Vicky would indulge her son’s lust for scary movies by playing along with all his suggestions.

“So what should we do? Maybe start acting all sweet and innocent, Mother?” Conner asked.

“I think that would be a very good idea and you can start by stop calling me ‘Mother’. It’s way too formal. It would be much sweeter, I mean you would look much sweeter and more innocent, to anyone watching or listening, if you started calling me ‘Mommy’ like you used to when you were so young and sweet and innocent.”

“OK . . . Mommy . . . I can do that. What else?”

“Well, I think along that theme of when you were younger and sweeter I do remember how I used to tuck you off to bed, after helping you get undressed, and then after reading you a nice bedtime story, I would kiss you good night. I think it might look real sweet and innocent if we relived a bit of our past and did just that again.”

“Yeah I remember that. That was nice and sweet but, Mommy, I’m not so young anymore. I mean I’m eighteen and too old to be tucked into bed, too old to have you help me get undressed and too old to be read a bed time story.”

She stroked his face gently with one hand. “Nonsense on all three counts honey. You may have turned eighteen today, but your Mommy still regards you as her sweet, innocent little boy . . . even if it’s not true in reality, in my heart it will always be that way. So . . . stand up.”

She helped him to his feet.

“You really wanna do this?” Conner asked.

“Yes, baby, I do,” she whispered before leaning in close to him. She brought her mouth up to his ear whispering, “We must put on an illusion of innocent for our watcher honey.”

Pulling back she stared at him seriously. “Right?”

“Right, Mommy,” he whispered back to her.

Raising her voice, she said aloud, “Now before Mommy tucks her innocent little boy off to bed she needs to help get him undressed. At least down to his underwear anyways.”

“I don’t know, Mom usually it’s only the women who are . . . you know . . . half undressed.”

“Hmm, well honey, this is our movie, so let’s blaze a new trail shall we.”

Not leaving any doubt to how serious she was, Vicky boldly started to undo her son’s belt. “Besides,” she whispered, “I can’t tuck you off to bed fully dressed . . . can I?”

Conner was in somewhat of a panic as he murmured his agreement. While not totally hard from seeing his mom in her bra and panties, he was more than a little firm down there. He sighed as his mom continued to fiddle with his belt while hoping the semi-erection he was sporting would not be too noticeable in the pair of briefs he was wearing. He could only imagine his mom’s reaction if she spotted how obviously excited he was down there, but then again, his mom was anything but normal so who knew what her reaction might be.

“Mom . . . Mommy I mean, I can . . . I can get undressed myself.”

“Yes, I suppose you can, hon . . .” she said as she began undoing his jeans, “But letting me undress you adds a bit of both innocence and excitement to things . . . don’t you think . . . now Shhh and let mommy finish undressing her little boy before she tucks him off to bed and tells him a bedtime story.”

Vicky did, in fact, notice how nice and firm her son appeared down there, and deep down inside it excited her greatly, even as she made it a point to look away.

Conner stood there in his underwear, watching his mom patiently pulling back the blanket and sheets on the bed. The whole thing seemed totally surreal as she helped him in the bed and then tucked the covers up around his neck.

“Now since you are older and a bit mature I think maybe you can handle hearing a scary bed time story . . . maybe a ghost story even. You like ghost stories right baby?”

He nodded his head yes as he watched her settle down on the bed next to him.

After blowing out all the candles but one, Vicky took a minute to collect her thoughts as she pondered just what to tell him. The whole time she sat there thinking, Conner found his eyes drawn to those big, delicious tits of hers. Lucky for him, she seemed totally unaware as to where his eyes had settled as she started talking.

“OK so here is the story. It’s called The Lady in White. Once there was this house, abandoned and forgotten mostly as it sat all alone up on Spyglass Hill. Well one dark Halloween night a pretty young mother, her name was Vicky, and her doting son, his name was Conner, were returning from a Halloween party they attended out of town when their car broke down. Neither of them could get a signal on their cell phones so they decided to make the long trek back to the nearest town. But as they walked the night turned stormy with the sky opening up and drenching them both. In the not so far off distance, the young boy spotted a shimmering light coming from an upstairs bedroom of an otherwise dark house. What he spotted was the House on Spy Glass Hill but, unfortunately, since they were from out of town, neither the boy nor his mother knew of the house’s wicked reputation.

When the boy cried out, “Look Mom, a house. Up there on the hill. Maybe they will let us use their phone to call a tow truck. Let’s go . . . we need to get out of the rain and cold.”

She foolishly agreed and a good ten minutes later, mother and son, both thoroughly drenched by now, were inside the house, gaining entrance, after they determined the house sat empty and abandoned, through a busted out lower window.

It did not take them long to figure out the old rambling wreck of a house had been abandoned for some time. Making their way up the creaky old steps, the mother leading the way, holding up a lit match she retrieved from her purse, they entered a long hallway.”

Vicky paused, leaning over she grabbed the bottle of champagne and refilled the glass. After taking a small sip, she offered it to Conner with a gentle smile. “You like Mommy’s story so far honey?”

“Yes, you are a good story teller. I can’t wait to hear the rest.”

Conner took a big swallow of the champagne and was happy to see his mother polish off the rest of it in two large, greedy gulps.

“Hand in hand, they started to make their way down the long dusty hallway, trying each door as they went. Each was solidly locked . . . except the last door on the left. Upon entering the bedroom, they found it to be remarkably clean and dust free. The room was empty of furnishings except for a large bed with a pair of nightstands flanking it. After crossing the room, toward the bed, they could just make out the dark outline of several large pillar candles spread out nicely along each of the two nightstands.

Vicky wasted no time in getting the candles lit, casting the bedroom in a soft romantic glow. Testing the bed with her hands, Vicky found it to be nice and firm. Leaning down, she pulled the blue checkered quilt back to find the sheets to be both clean and fresh.

Looking at her son, she said quietly, “The bed is nice and soft honey and is clean so if you don’t mind, I mean I’m really tired and cold, maybe we could both get out of these wet clothes of ours and crawl into bed. If you want, maybe you could even put your arms around me and warm me up some as we snuggle under the covers.

The dutiful son nodded his ascent as they both began to get undressed. Conner tried his best not to spy on his mother as she stripped off first her simple white blouse before struggling out of her tight Levi’s but he basically failed as his restless eyes kept darting over to his mother. He liked the sexy black bra and matching lace panties his mom was wearing and was once again, after she got undressed, reminded of what a great body his mother had . . . especially her big tits which he found simply mouthwatering.”

Vicky paused to gauge her son’s reaction to her story. It was as expected. He appeared to be blushing, and maybe squirming a bit, under the covers. Contented with his reaction, she continued her “fictional” ghost story.

After they got settled under the covers of the bed, they began to cuddle close together in an effort to get warm quicker. Soon both were growing desperately tired. “Are we going to sleep here, Mommy?” the boy murmured.

“You want to hon? I, for one, do as I feel quite contented with your arms wrapped so tightly around me.” By now, quite naturally it seemed, they had fallen into a tight spooning position with him on the outside.

“So do I,” the boy whispered back.

“Well, how about a good night kiss first baby, before we both drift off to sleep,” she asked.

Conner, who faithfully never missed an opportunity to bestow a kiss upon his beautiful mother, of course, agreed.

She twisted her head around to face him, planning on kissing him sweetly on the cheek but somehow, it was almost as if there was a gentle guiding force at work directing her kiss, the kiss instead fell on his lips with Conner dong little to dissuade it from being placed there.

Vicky, going with the flow, simply kissed her son, once and then a second time, before trying to pull back. Neither had noticed the flowing ghostly figure in sexy white lingerie slipping out of the closet and gliding across the room toward them. Neither had noticed as that same glowing white figure settled itself down lightly on the bed next to Vicky, but what the mother did notice as she tried to break away from kissing her son a third time– directly on the lips– was that there was now a soft, gentle hand, its fingers tangled deeply in her hair, keeping her from pulling away.

Their first kiss on the lips had been nice, the second even nicer, but a third would be dangerous. The mother knew this. She had drank too much champagne that night at the party and it had left her feeling both desperately reckless and . . . horny. Yes, indeed a third kiss would be dangerous so she tried to pull away but couldn’t– not with that maddening gentle hand at the back of her head keeping her not only in place, but asserting just enough pressure to push her lips more firmly against her son’s.

Conner did little to stop things. He had always had a secret crush on his mother and being kissed by her–on the lips–was nothing short of a dream come true.”

Again, Vicky paused, casting a sly glance at her son, even in the dim candle light, she could see he was blushing something fierce, before glancing over at the closet. Vicky thought she was telling her story in just a loud enough voice for it to carry across the room. Hopefully, with the closet door now partially open, it would allow Seong to hear her naughty little bedtime story to her son.

Vicky, had heard the stories about the Seong, about how she was a bit of a freak when it came to the sexy stuff, so if anything the story might actually turn the girl on a bit, adding maybe a fun dimension to when she came out of the closet to scare the unsuspecting Conner.

Clearing her throat, Vicky continued her story. “The soft smacking sound of their lips parting, and coming together, over and over again, soon filled the bedroom. Again, neither noticed the bed shift as the Lady in White settled on the edge of the bed right next to Vicky. The weight came from the Lady in White’s uncanny ability to add, or take away, substance from her body as she saw fit.

Vicky felt a hand stroking her hair, before the silence of the room was broken when a feminine voice whispered aloud, “Do you mind, either of you, if I join in.”

Vicky jerked, as did Conner. Breaking off their kiss they both stared at the ghostly figure of the Lady in White. She was utterly beautiful and totally sexy, dressed in her see through white two piece lingerie set.

“Hmm, let’s start with you,” the Lady in White murmured as she reached out to Vicky. “I don’t think you son would mind seeing us kiss.”

The assessment was very much, of course, true as what horny young teenage boy would not like to see his pretty mother, whom he had a secret crush on, being kissed by another beautiful woman . . . even if that woman was indeed, wholly not of this world.

But as the drunken mother, seemingly more than a little willing to kiss this mysterious stranger, pursued her lips while closing her eyes, Conner excitement soon faded. The once beautiful stranger was morphing into something hideous as she moved her now swollen, misshapen mouth toward her mother. Casting a quick glance up at the boy, the stranger smiled, revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

Conner screamed, “Mom, Nooo.” Reaching out, her yanked her back, and then pushed her off the bed as The Lady in White let out a piercing yowl at having her meal snatched away from her at the last second.

“Mom,” Go!” Conner said pushing his mother off the bed as he bravely angled his body between it and his mother.

“Honey, no,” Vicky said as she stumbled to her feet.

“Go, save yourself,” he implored her as he recklessly threw himself at the ugly creature with the sharp teeth and misshapen, worm eaten face.

Vicky could not leave her son. She advanced toward the bed but as she did, Conner managed to twist himself out of the grasp of his attacker. Leaping off the bed and onto the floor, he grabbed his mother, pushing her toward the door.

Once they reached the door, Conner pushed his mother out into the hallway. Crying out, he said, “Run and don’t look back, Mom. I will be right behind you.”

Then the door slammed shut and she was alone in the hallway. She started to obey her son and hurry down the hallway but didn’t get more than ten feet before she stopped and hurried back. He was supposed to be right behind her. Where was he? She rushed back to the bedroom door, pounding on it, as she twisted and yanked at the handle to no avail. On the other side of the door she could hear noises, animal like, passionate like, and it made her blood run cold.

Steeling herself, the mother slammed her shoulder into the door. Hard. She felt it give just a little. Bracing herself, once again, she was in sheer panic by now, the mother hurled her whole body against the door. The door let out an audible creak this time but still held. Pissed off now, Vicky once more slammed her body against the door and was rewarded when the old wooden door gave way allowing her to burst inside the room.

She stood there frozen to the spot. Staring. Her son was naked on the bed–doing the unthinkable — doggy style in the middle of the bed. The Lady in White twisted her head around between moans as Conner gave her his love, over and over again. She smiled at the mother before hissing, ‘The boy belongs to me now, bitch.’ Poor, poor Vicky, upon hearing this, upon seeing the thing’s toothy, wicked grin . . . fainted dead away and when she awoke some ten minutes later all she could find of her son was his underwear. The end.”

Vicky smiled at her son before running her fingers lightly through his hair. “So what did you think of your Mommy’s bedtime story, honey.”

“That was some story, Mommy and scary too.” It was all her could think to say as his mother sat there with a self-satisfied little grin on her pretty face.

“Well I hope you liked it, but now Mommy is going to take the candle and go downstairs and sleep on the sofa.”

Conner said nothing as his mom picked up the candle and started to cross the room toward the door. She was almost out the door, when Conner, he simply could not let her leave, cried out. “Mommy . . . are . . . are you really going to leave me here, alone, in the dark?”

She paused at the doorway. Holding the candle aloft, she could just barely see him across the room. He looked scared. Repressing yet another smile, she said, “But honey I thought that is what you wanted. I mean, you told me earlier, on the way here tonight how bound and determined you were to actually see the Lady in White. Well, being alone in the dark . . . in the bedroom she died in, no less, don’t you think that will increase your chances of seeing her?”

“I suppose . . . but I . . . ahh, am thinking maybe I really don’t want to see her so much after all.”

She crossed the room toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she whispered, “Hmm, I think someone’s story about the Lady in White and her misshapen face and sharp teeth scared some little boy huh?”

“Maybe,” he replied softly. “Can’t you . . . stay with me? Please . . . at least until I fall sleep maybe.”

“Hon, where would I stay? There is no place to sit here for me to watch over you.”

“You . . . you could get in the bed with me . . . I mean . . . if you want.”

“I could huh? Maybe you would let me snuggle you so tightly under the covers this one last time . . . if I agree?”

“Yes, pretty please Mommy, I agree. You can snuggle me . . . that sounds nice. Please, pretty please.”

Vicky noted the desperate tone in her son’s voice. He really wanted her to stay with him, even if it meant crawling under the covers with him. The thought of being in bed with her eighteen year old son sent quiet shivers up and down her spine while resonating deep within her soul.

The truth was, like all good mothers, Vicky was afraid of losing her son to adulthood; the sad truth facing her was he simply would not need his mommy anymore, but now, here he was pleading, begging even, for her to crawl in bed with him, where they would snuggle lovingly under the covers.

It was something she simply could not resist, but first, she would have to take care of something.

“OK, your mommy will crawl in bed with her baby, but first let me check on something OK?”

Vicky deciding she could not have their moment ruined by her wicked plan to prank him, would pop her head in the closet real quick and call the whole thing off with Seong.

“Sure, but hurry please.”

“I will baby,” she murmured as she crossed the room toward the closet, holding the lit candle in her hand, but before she could get a couple steps away Conner spoke up.

“Can you leave the candle . . . please?”

“Sure hon,” Vicky replied as she turned and sat the flickering candle back down on the nightstand next to the bed.

She quietly pushed open the partially open closet door a bit wider before popping her head in. Dropping her voice to a low whisper so her son would not hear, she said, “Seong, I’m calling it off. Wait a few minutes until everything is quiet and then sneak out. I will still pay you in full anyways . . . OK?”

The closet was so dark she could barely see inside but as she quietly whispered to her would be partner in crime, she thought she discerned a shadow moving in the darkness over in the far corner of the large walk in closet. The shadow appeared to be clad in white, which, of course, fit the game plan of Seong wearing some kind of white lingerie to imitate the infamous The Lady in White.

Then from the same spot deep in the closet came a quiet voice, “Yes, Mrs. Hall.”

Vicky noted there seemed to be something different about that quiet voice speaking to her from the dark corner of the closet. It had a certain quality to it, a longing maybe, which did not quite fit Seong’s voice as Vicky remembered it, but before she had time to reflect deeper upon this anomaly, Conner was calling out to her.

“Mommy, hurry up. What are you doing by the closet anyways?”

Not wanting Conner to be privy to her planned trick to scare the hell out of him, Vicky quickly stepped away from the closet before pushing the door almost closed. “Hmm, nothing son, I was just checking to make sure there is no . . . ahh ghosts lurking in the closet that might wanna scare mommy’s sweet, innocent baby boy.”

Vicky quickly crossed the room, which was suddenly very chilly, more than a little anxious to get under the warm covers next to her desperate and needy son.

No sooner had Vicky crawled under the covers of the bed than Conner was pulling her close to him. “Hmm, you must really want your mommy to cuddle you hon . . . or maybe you are just scared from the scary bedtime story she just told you.”

“Both I think,” Conner whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Well, I am glad my baby needs his mommy so very much,” she said as she carefully smoothed his long, unkempt hair away from his face.

“Was Mommy’s story really that scary baby?” she whispered as she pulled him tighter against her.

“Yes, enough where I don’t think I can maybe get to sleep right away.”

“Well don’t worry about that because your mommy maybe has a little something to help make you feel nice and safe enough so you can slip off to sleep.”

“What is that?” he asked almost eagerly . . . praying it would be something nice like some kisses. Lucky for him, someone was listening and his prayer was answered.

“Hmm, everyone knows a mommy’s sweet kisses, applied softly and sweetly and in just the right spots, can keep scared little boys safe from most anything in the world?”

“Really, Mommy,” Conner said, while altogether liking where their playacting might be taking them.

“Yes, it’s true. So you want some . . . you want some of your mommy’s kisses?”

“Yes,” he quietly answered.

“OK, lay back, and close your eyes and mommy will shower her baby with such an overabundance of sweet kisses that no monster, or ghost, or scary thing could possibly do him harm.”

Conner obeyed as he turned over on his back and shut his eyes.

Her first two kisses, soft and innocent, fell on each of his cheeks, before she planted one on the tip of his nose.

“You want more, sweetie?” she whispered.

“Yes, please.”

Moving up, Vicky placed a pair of gentle kisses on his forhead before kissing both of his cheeks once more.

When she started to pull back, Conner quietly spoke up. “Can I have some more . . . please Mommy?”

Again, his voice came across as so desperate and pleading she simply could not resist.

She gave him a pair of kisses on each of his ears, followed in quick succession by one more kiss a piece on his nose, cheeks and forehead.

“There now that should be enough to protect you from anything baby,” she told him as she pulled back one more time.

“Can’t I have just a few more kisses? Please Mommy.”

“OK but I’m afraid Mommy is running out of places to kiss her little boy . . . except maybe here . . .” Her heart raced as she dragged one finger along the length of her son’s lips, wondering if he would give her the OK to kiss him there.

“There would be real nice I think,” Conner said, giving her the exact answer she wanted to hear.

Lowering her lips to his, she kissed him lightly at first, once, twice and then a third time before she started to pull back.

“More,” he whispered.

“More?” she responded, happy to give him more, and maybe even happier that he wanted more.

Lowering her lips to his once more, she gave him several kisses, more meaningful this time as she pressed her lips firmly against his.

After several breathless kisses, she finally managed to exhibit some self-control and pull back from the brink as things were just on the verge of spinning out of control.

Settling herself down on her back next to him, she whispered, “There you are fully protected from all harm now baby but if you are still scared maybe . . .”

Conner interrupted her. He was not really scared, never had been really, but was acting the part to see how willing, and how far, his “mommy” would go in comforting him. Now, taking advantage of this latest opening, he cried out, “I am still scared Mommy of that stupid Lady in White. I don’t want her to come get me. Can you cuddle me really, really tight and keep me safe . . . at least till I fall asleep?”

“Of course, baby . . . Here snuggle up next to me and place your head down . . . here . . .” Reaching out, she snaked one hand around the back of his head, pushing it down to her chest. “Lay that adorable little face of yours, tight now, against your mommy’s bosom as it’s a well-known fact the safest place in the world for a scared little baby boy to lay his head is in between his mommy’s breasts.”

Conner’s heart skipped a beat when he felt his face being pushed down, and in between his mom’s big, firm breasts. Indeed, lying there, his face snuggled between her healthy, full sized tits, he did feel safe. Although he liked the way her soft bra cups felt against his cheeks, he wished the stupid thing wasn’t in the way.

Vicky, for her part, felt an overwhelming sense of absolute pure love for her young son — tinged ever so delicately- with feelings of forbidden lust. The indelicate and spicy truth was simple, yet complex: what she wanted was to do more than to just cuddle her son’s adorable little face in between her prodigious breasts. What she wanted, what she truly needed, but knew she could not have, was to feel his lips brushing up against her taunt, fully erect nipples, suckling them into his greedy, desperate mouth.

With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, trying to banish such forbidden thoughts, as she continued to lovingly stroke his long, soft hair, allowing him to feel safe enough where in a mere matter of minutes he was sleeping peacefully.

Vicky, knowing her secret desires was hopelessly out of reach, especially now that he was sleeping so soundly, soon joined him in a quiet slumber.

The room was deathly quiet as the closet door slowly creaked open and she slipped out. Pausing at the foot of the bed, she could hear both of their low breathing. Gliding up to the son, she lowered her mouth, whispering some quiet words in his ear before crossing back to one of the bedroom’s far corners to wait.

Within a few minutes, Conner’s eyes flickered open. He had been dreaming. The Lady in White had come to him in his dream, looking so hot and desirable in her sexy two piece ensemble consisting of a sheer white strapless bra top, which showed off an absolutely scrumptious set of large, pear shaped breasts, matched with a pair of sheer white panties. Her dark, perfectly tanned, Asian skin glowed with unearthly beauty. Her black hair was pinned up in back with a dark scarf with several loose strands hanging down, giving her a bit of a sexy motherly look.

In his dream, she stroked the side of his face sweetly before whispering, “Conner honey, can you and your mommy show me more of your love? Death is so cold and lonely. Show me more of those sweet kisses you were sharing earlier with each other. Please, pretty please, do this for me and I promise I won’t show you my dark side, my scary side . . . like in your mommy’s story. Can you do this for me?”

“Yes,” Conner murmured.

“Good, I will be watching and expecting to see you and your mommy share your love for each other . . . And this time, don’t hold back in exploring your love for each other, neither of you. Promise me . . . or else . . .”

She flashed him a malignant grin then which just hinted at, for the barest of seconds, a mouthful of sharp, evil looking teeth.

Conner awoke with a start. Lifting his head up from the warmth of his mother’s bosom, he felt a cold chill crawling slowly up his spine as he spotted her in the far corner.

The dream–it was real. Conner knew this now as he also knew, without a doubt, the legendary Lady in White was real.

Reaching over, he shook his mom gently.

“Hmm, what is it honey?” Vicky mumbled still half asleep.

“She is here, Mommy.”

“Who is here baby?”

“The Lady in White.”

“Oh, that is just my friend . . .” Vicky shook her head, coming further awake. She almost spilled her secret.

“Just my friend? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing baby. Your mommy was still half asleep when she said that. I think I had been dreaming about a friend of mine. Now go back to sleep.”

Vicky laid her head back down, falling into a fitful sleep. Maybe she would not have slipped so easily back to sleep if she knew what was in store for her with the balance of her evening passing in a drunken, champagne induced haze full of wild, sexy drama as she slipped from one naughty dream to another, never knowing–really– if she was awake or if she was, in fact, dreaming.

The first of her naughty dreams, or at least she believed them to be dreams at the time, started off sweetly. She was being held tightly by her son from behind in a spooning position when she felt the bed shift. It felt like someone was getting into the bed next to her.

Vicky’s eyes fluttered open, but all she could detect was her son’s quiet breathing next to her so, closing her eyes again, she immediately slipped back to sleep and was dozing peacefully. Sometime later, she could not have rightly said how long, she felt her son kissing her vulnerable neck area. After several light, exploratory kisses, he stumbled upon the exact spot at the nape of her neck that turned her to butter.

“Hmm that feels nice, Connie,” she mumbled in her sleep, “but maybe you had better stop, baby.”

A soft feminine voice came out of the darkness. It was close, right in front of her. “How about this . . . does this feel nice, Mrs. Hall.”

The voice was too faint for her to say for sure, but it sounded like Seong’s voice. The young dancer always addressed her formerly, plus it had a slight Korean accent to it, but, then again, it couldn’t be Seong as Vicky had told her to go home. Maybe the playful Seong, instead of going home, decided to stick around and do a bit of teasing or maybe she was dreaming after all.

Either way, what happened next was both deliciously fun and extremely forbidden as Vicky felt a pair of soft lips, female lips, caressing her own just as Conner’s kisses all along her neck became more aggressive.

“Hmm, nice yes,” Vicky murmured, deciding it must be a dream, especially since she was prone to having very realistic sexy dreams anyways.

Wanting to see just who was kissing her from the front, in her naughty dream, Vicky opened her eyes but it was too dark inside the bedroom for her to make anything out except for the vague outline of a shape next to her in the bed.

“Go back to sleep Mrs. Hall, remember it’s all just a dream,” the shape softly intoned to her.

Finding it easy to obey this soft, soothing voice, again it sounded like Seong, even more so this time, Vicky let her eyes fall shut again; yes, having enjoyed too much champagne made it easy.

The kissing fest continued with the feminine kisses from the front, in particular, becoming more insistent when she felt a tongue probing inside her mouth. Vicky opened her mouth wider, allowing the tongue full access just as she felt her son’s hands cupping her breasts through her bra.

“No Connie . . . you . . . you can’t,” she whispered, but when her mild rebuke was ignored and she tried to raise her hands, planning on swatting her son’s restless and naughty hands off her tits, her planned efforts were thwarted when whoever was in front reached out, taking her hands into her own.

Vicky’s hands were now trapped by a pair of female hands, both strong and incredibly soft, allowing her son to continue to fondle her boobs playfully and gently . . . just as she loved.

After letting out a gentle sigh, Vicky whispered, “Oh God what is happening to me?”

“Just a sweet naughty dream Mrs. Hall. Relax and let it happen.”

“But–”

Any further protests on her part was swallowed up in a wave of forbidden lust when she felt her face being turned around before Conner started kissing her full on the lips.

In between kisses, he whispered to her, “Shhh Mommy you have to listen to her or she will hurt me . . . you must . . . please. Promise me.”

Before she could answer she felt a glass being pressed against her lips. “Drink,” the female voice told her gently. “Go on.”

Vicky wanted to protest more, especially since she knew with absolute certainly she didn’t need to drink more champagne, but when Conner started to plead with her to obey, Vicky found she simply lacked the will power to say no . . . to either of them. Anyways, did it really matter as it was only a dream . . . right?

Vicky took a large swallow of the champagne and then another. “Promise me Mommy . . . promise me you will obey The Lady in White.”

“Honey there is no lady in white its only my . . . my . . .” Her voice trailed off to nothing as she felt her hands being tightly squeezed, just before the previously soft female voice hissed in her ear. “Listen to your son, Mrs. Hall . . . you must obey . . . or else.”

The implied threat in the voice was evident, chilling Vicky to the bone. Not in a position to do much of anything other than agree, if this was a dream it mattered little anyways, she whispered quietly, “I shall obey.”

“Good,” the voice in front, again sweet, told her just as she felt the glass of champagne being pressed back to her lips. “Finish it . . . quickly and keep your eyes shut.”

Vicky polished off the balance of the champagne and then half fell, half slipped back under the covers, thinking they would offer her some measure of protection. They didn’t.

Now laying prone on her back, Vicky found her face being twisted back and forth as it was showered by the both of them with dozens of soft delicate kisses.

All during the exchange of kisses, she felt her breasts being fondled sweetly by two separate pairs of hands. This dream she was having was indeed wicked and was about to get even more so.

The full glass of champagne she just drank down so quickly allowed Vicky to become utterly relaxed, despite the wicked things happening to her. In fact, she became so relaxed she actually felt herself dozing off again, even as her two bed partners whispered to each other back and forth.

Vicky just managed to catch a few small snatches of the conversation before she dozed off with it sounding like her son asking the other if he could, “take off her stupid bra.”

A female whispered back, it had to be Seong, “No honey, she will only protest and it will wake her up some. We want her nice and relaxed for what must happen next.”

The last thing Vicky’ remembered of the conversation was a very dejected, “OK” coming from her disappointed son. It actually filled her heart with pride knowing how keen he was to remove her bra.

A few minutes passed, again she couldn’t say with any measure of certainly how much time passed, as she continued to doze before coming awake. Somehow, she knew she was fully awake now, although her thoughts were still quite hazy and disjointed from the champagne. Yes, that last glass of champagne had really did it for her leaving her hopelessly intoxicated and incapable of clear, concise thought.

The kisses had stopped but not the maddening, sweet way they were fondling her tits. Resisting the urge to open her eyes, or protest what was happening, or even ask the simplest of questions, like was this really Seong in the bed with them, Vicky instead forced herself to fully relax while pretending to be asleep.

The fondling of her breasts finally came to an end as Vicky felt the bed shifting on both her right and left side. Where they leaving her?

She hoped not as she simply did not want to be left alone when she felt a bodily weight settle down on her midsection.

“Is this about right?” she heard Conner whisper.

“No, not quite hon, you need to scoot up just a bit more.”

Knowing it was Conner now sitting on top of her, Vicky held her breath wondering what they were up to.

Curious, Vicky opened her eyes slowly. The previously dark bedroom was now awash in soft candle light. She flickered her eyes around the room, noticing how on both the nightstands flanking the bed there was a pair of flickering candles, allowing her to just make out the upright figure of her son as he sat softly on her mid-section.

Vicky’s heart raced. He appeared to be fully naked. Behind him was the owner of that soft female voice. She was clad in a sheer white bra top, along with matching bottoms, equally sheer. Tied around both of her upper arms, were two pairs of brightly colored scarfs. Apparently, the same ones Vicky spied earlier in her explorations of the closet.

Her gorgeous dark hair was half pulled up by yet another dark scarf Vicky noted as the stranger– or was it a stranger, as the woman was starting to look somewhat familiar to the champagne addled Vicky– gently commanded, “Move up just a bit more hon so that big hard cock of yours can snuggle up and in between those gorgeous tits of your mommy’s.”

Vicky suddenly knew what they were planning and started to struggle, albeit only halfheartedly.

“Hmm, the mother cat is awake and is planning on denying her kitten his rightful play time,” the female whispered. “This will not do.”

Conner easily resisted her lame attempts to struggle out from under him by pressing the full weight of his body down upon her.

“Stop Mommy, you must relax,” he whispered to her.

“What . . . what are you planning on doing to me?” Vicky cried as she finally found her voice. “Whatever it is . . . you can’t honey.”

“Do not engage with her Conner . . . help me first with this . . .”

Vicky watched the sexy Korean woman, it now hit her, the woman bore a striking resemblance to Seong, reach up and undo the scarf holding her hair up.

“Hold her head still now Conner,” the female commanded.

Conner reached out, using both hands to keep his mom’s head still as the other one make quick work of wrapping the scarf around Vicky’s head securely before adjusting it down to cover her eyes.

Although unable to see now, Vicky still had her voice. “Let me go, Connie and get dressed . . . you can’t . . . we can’t do this . . . it was all just supposed to be a prank and the stupid girl is taking it way too far.”

“Prank . . . what prank, Mom?” Conner asked.

“I said do not engage with her Conner!” the voice angrily snapped at her son.

“Yes, sorry,” Conner meekly replied . . . much to her mom’s disappointment as he usually, without fail, always came riding to her defense, but apparently Seong had him uttered cowed for whatever reason.

Vicky decided it had to be Seong in the bed with them . . . to think otherwise would be just too much to accept.

“We can’t have her talking nonsense so . . . Help me Conner, lift her head up again.”

“Connie don’t listen to her,” Vicky cried out desperately.

The female quickly untied one of the scarfs from around her upper arm, using it to gag the whining Vicky.

“Shhh, Mommy,” Conner whispered in her ear.

“She needs more champagne . . . to calm her nerves and make her wholly complicit,” the female voice said.

“Yes, more champagne,” Conner added eagerly.

Vicky’s muffled protests were entirely ignored as she felt her head being raised and then the scarf being pulled down from her mouth. Before she could get a word in edgewise, the champagne was being poured into her open mouth.

“Drink Mommy, drink,” Conner softly implored her.

She drank just a little bit before deciding she would not give in so easily and twisted her mouth away.

Seong was now hissing softly in her ear. “I don’t want to hurt the boy, he is so sweet, but I will if I must. You have to obey Mrs. Hall . . . you started this game now I am going to finish it.”

The implied threat finally thoroughly cowed Vicky. Her strength was waning as was her will to fight. But even more was her need to protect her son. What if all this was not an incredibly authentic dream, but instead was real, and Seong, what did Vicky really know about her, was some half-crazy sex lunatic?

Vicky made the snap decision then to go along with whatever they told her for the balance of the night. She also made the firm decision it really didn’t matter as this was all just a very convincing naughty dream and she only thought she was fully awake.

The nearly full glass of champagne was at her lips again. They gently prodded her to finish it, and wanting to make them happy, Vicky did just that, slurping down the balance of the glass in three large, sloppy gulps.

This final glass of champagne sent her careening over the edge. She was now happily blitzed, beyond belief, even going so far as to put up no resistance when she found her arms being stretched out above her head and then pushed over to the sides.

She even giggled a bit as she felt a pair of scarves being wrapped around her wrists. In a mere manner of seconds Vicky was bound by both her wrists to the two upper posts of the four poster bed. It only made her giggle all the more as she mused to herself what a truly naughty dream she was having.

Helplessly bound and gagged, her vision cut off, Vicky was truly at their mercy . . . and they took full advantage.

After helping get his mom secured to the bed, Conner was once more softly sitting on his mom’s mid-section. His rock hard cock jutted out like some kind of thick eight inch spear aimed at his mom’s tits.

Vicky felt a tongue lashing up and down, and all around, the exposed parts of her chest above the bra. The confident way the tongue darted to and fro indicated it had to be Seong’s tongue.

As if confirming her thoughts, she heard her whisper, “Gotta prepare those delicious tits of yours for the pounding they are about to take.”

She heard the woman spit loudly, and then felt the wet saliva being rubbed in, and all around, on her chest.

Vicky, despite the scarf cutting off her vision, closed her eyes anyways. She simply couldn’t believe what was about to happen; or maybe, more accurately, she simply couldn’t believe what an absolutely naughty dream she was having . . . and how very realistic it all was.

Vicky felt his hardness being snuggled up and in between her breasts just before the bed began to squeak softly. She felt the soft female hands pushing her tits together as her son began to pump his hips forward.

“That’s it honey, fuck your mommy’s tits . . . go on, fuck em harder,” the soft voice implored him.

“Oh God it feels so good,” Conner exclaimed as the old bed began to squeak even louder, and then louder still when Conner started to lose control.

Vicky knew her son was not only young, but suspected he was highly inexperienced when it came to being with girls so she could not imagine him lasting long.

She was right. Within a matter of ten seconds, as his thrusts got harder and more desperate, she heard the female cry out. “Wait . . . Conner not yet. Let me help as I want your aim to be true.”

Vicky felt Conner’s desperate fucking of her tits come to an abrupt end. Wondering why, she opened her eyes and found if she tilted her head back, while averting her eyes straight downward, she could just barely see out from under the sloppily applied scarf.

She spied her son’s cock, it looked simply massive from this angle, jutting out over her tits. Wrapped securely around his cock was Seong’s hand. Not surprisingly, she was moving it up and down, ever so slowly, before picking up speed.

A hand interrupted her vision just as a voice in her ear harshly snapped, “No peeking.”

The scarf covering her eyes was yanked down, cutting Vicky off from anymore of her peeking, followed by a whisper in her ear.

“Tell him. Beg him to come on his mommy’s tits and on that sexy bra of hers, Mrs. Hall. Please . . . for me.”

Vicky felt the scarf being pulled down from her mouth giving her the power of clear speech once more. Deciding it will still be wise to hedge her bets and play along, Vicky obeyed her whispered orders.

Making her voice as sweet as possible, Vicky told her son, “Conner honey, you wanna come on your mommy’s tits, on her pretty black bra . . . go on baby, do it for me . . . for us. Please baby.”

Conner was whining now as the hand wrapped around his cock picked up speed. “Oh God that feels so good . . .”

“I bet it does baby. Is she stroking you nice? Come on . . . do it . . . come on your mommy’s big tits baby.” Turning her voice into a soft whine, Vicky added, “Please sweetheart, pretty please . . . for your mommy.”

“Yes, come on Conner, sweetie,” Seong cooed to him. “I know you wanna come all over your mommy’s big tits, like she is begging you to do . . . Go on baby . . . please honey, I wanna see it.”

Mere seconds later Vicky heard her son let out a loud grunt, and then felt a warm load of cum splash down all over her chest.

Once again, she comforted herself by whispering quietly, “It’s just a dream.”

“Yes, just a dream . . . now go back to sleep, Mrs. Hall.”

She felt her hair being stroked softly, just the way she liked, allowing her to relax and slip back to sleep.

Sometime later, she couldn’t rightly say how long, she came awake. Her neck was being nuzzled sweetly on both sides of her. Or maybe she was dreaming again and only thought she was awake, marking this supple nuzzling of her neck as the beginning of some new and exciting dream.

Either way, Vicky found herself in an even more vulnerable position than before. She was still bound to the bed, but now she was completely and utterly naked. Sometime while she slept peacefully they had removed her bra and panties and reapplied the scarf around her mouth.

The light nuzzling of her neck turned into some equally light kisses, causing her to sigh gently, before it stopped abruptly.

Slowly, the blanket covering her body and keeping her warm, was pulled down to her waist.

Vicky waited for what might happen next, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

There was some quiet whispering being exchanged between the two of them, but despite her best efforts to hear what was being said, Vicky couldn’t quite make it out.

Then Seong announced loudly. “Do you wanna see your Mommy’s tits honey? I can pull the sheet down also if you want.”

Vicky heard her son whisper quietly, almost as if he was afraid to answer, “I . . . I do.”

Vicky’s heart thundered in her chest as she felt the sheet being pulled down, ever so slowly, to her waist.

“You like them sweetheart? You like your Mommy’s big boobies?”

“Yes, Conner answered hoarsely. “They are . . . beautiful.”

“Hmm, they are and I bet a whole lotta fun to play with. Do you wanna play with your mommy’s tits sweetie? I bet she will let you . . . if you ask nicely enough.”

When Conner said nothing, Seong spoke up again.

“Oh Mrs. Hall . . . you have such a shy little boy. Afraid to ask if he can play with his mommy’s boobies . . . How adorable. I just love shy little boys . . . don’t you?”

Vicky felt the bed shifting again as Seong settled down next to her, on her right side. “Answer your son,” she whispered in her ear. “Tell him now, Mrs. Hall that it will be OK for him to play with his mommy’s boobies.”

Vicky took a deep breath as something came over her; a tiredness maybe of being told what to do by the half crazy Seong.

“No, he must certainly can’t,” a defiant Vicky retorted. “Now you’ve had your fun, now let me g-”

Seong cut Vicky’s ill-advised request to be let go by rudely shoving the scarf back into her mouth.

“I see your Mommy must be taught a lesson, Connie. Go over there and open the window about half way please while I go to the closet and get us a couple blankets. No reason we should be uncomfortable as the temperature in the bedroom begins to drop.”

Vicky’s muffled protests to the contrary were ignored as both Conner and Seong hopped off the bed to go complete their individual tasks.

She watched, hoping against hope, Conner would come riding to her defense but instead, he did as instructed, wrenching open the bedroom window, allowing a cold draft of chilly night air to fill the room.

Shivering as the draft of cold air washed over the bed, Vicky was coming to regret her decision to be defiant. The room had been cold enough already, and now without the sheet and blanket pulled up over her naked body, she found herself in a highly vulnerable position.

She shivered again, this time in anticipation, when she heard the quiet clink of the champagne flute being filled with ice cubes.

As both of them settled down on either side of her, Vicky waited anxiously to find out what they planned on doing to her. Both Seong and Conner, after choosing two of the largest of the remaining ice cubes floating in the ice cold water surrounding the champagne bottle in the bucket, gingerly held them in their fingers before applying them to Vicky’s bare breasts.

She heard them quietly laughing to themselves as she felt the ice cubes being skated all over and around, both of her bare tits. Apparently, judging by both of their soft little chuckles, they were having lots of fun doing this to her. Vicky struggled mightily, to no avail of course, over her icy torture.

“I guess your Mommy maybe she should have told you it was OK to play with her boobies huh, Connie?”

“I guess so,” Conner answered as he watched, eagerly, as his mom’s ripe nipples quickly become fully erect.

“Hmmphh,” Vicky protested against the stupid scarf stuck in her mouth. Her tits, especially her nipples, were highly sensitive and this maddening, freezing cold ice bath the two of them were giving her was simply pure torture . . . in a most wickedly delicious sort of way.

“I think she wants to say something, Conner. Be a doll and pull down both scarves from her eyes and her mouth. She should be able to see what her stupid little act of defiance got her.”

Conner reached up yanking first the scarf from his mom’s eyes, before pulling the other one out and away from her mouth.

Vicky took a deep breath, trying to figure out just what she could say to get out of this mess but before she could say anything at all Seong snapped at her.

“Say nothing until I ask you to speak. Just lay there and watch, Mrs. Hall. If you say anything at all, if you try to speak that is, I will make sure your icy punishment lasts for . . .” Seong paused, fixing Vicky with a most wicked smile before finishing, “quite a long, long time. Do you understand me? Nod your head if you do.”

Vicky quickly nodded her head yes.

“Good, now watch as me and your son have a little play time with those big, beautiful, and soon to be even more than they already are, freezing cold boobies of yours, Mrs. Hall.”

The next few minutes passed in an icy blur of deliciously wet, cold torture for the supremely helpless Vicky.

Both of them, holding their respective ice cubes in their fingers, continued to skate them all around Vicky’s sizable tits making her shiver. Adding to her woes was the continued drop in the bedroom’s temperature thanks to the half open window allowing a steady draft of cold air to fill the room.

Vicky sighed, hoping it was at an end when finally, after a good minute or so, their ice cubes both melted away to practically nothing. Instead, she found herself having to steel herself once again when Seong fished another pair of decent sized ice cubes out of the bucket.

After handing one to a smiling Conner, the icy torture started up again but only a bit different this time. The first time Vicky’s tormentors had made it a point to avoid rubbing their respective ice cubes on her highly sensitive nipples. Her luck was about to change as both of them, from the start, concentrated their icy assault at the very summit of Vicky’s mighty tits.

Vicky let out a loud hiss, gritting her teeth as both of them simultaneously, skimmed their ice cubes around the top of her breasts, in tightening circles, before slithering them across her erect nipples.

Squirming all around from the cold, Vicky tried to somehow avoid the icy coldness as she clenched her mouth shut to keep from protesting.

“Wow . . . look Connie, honey,” Seong whispered sweetly, “look at your mommy’s big boobies shake and wobble all around as she tries to avoid our icy assault. Doesn’t that look absolutely delicious?”

“Oh God yes,” Conner whispered. With his blanket wrapped tightly around his naked body he felt almost sorry for his mommy. Almost, but then again, she was warned to obey and besides they were not really hurting her, but only making her a bit, OK maybe really, uncomfortable.

The ice-cold assault again did not last long as the ice cubes quickly melted away to nothing. Vicky watched apprehensively, hoping against hope they would not get more ice cubes. Her poor boobies, especially her painfully erect nipples, ached with coldness.

Reaching out, Seong quickly snatched the scarf down one more over Vicky’s eyes before whispering to her, “Can’t have your next cold surprise ruined, Mrs. Hall.”

Vicky stifled a whimper, not wanting to show weakness to her captors, while praying somehow they would grow bored quickly of teasing her with those stupid little ice cubes.

Leaning over her, Seong whispered something in Conner’s ear. He immediately turned away from her, moving up toward the nightstand.

Vicky listened intently but could not quite make out what he was doing. If she could have witnessed what he was doing, she might have been somewhat relieved as he lit the other two pillar candles on the nightstand, and then, after moving all four of the candles close together, he cupped his hands close over the flickering flames.

“Do you know what your son is doing right this minute Mrs. Hall as you lay there naked and freezing while the bedroom grows ever colder by the minute.”

She shook her head no.

“He has both his hands cupped over all four of the lit candles on the nightstand . . . allowing the deliciously warm flames of the candles to warm his hands up all nice and toasty. Of course, I don’t have to tell you, how very nice his warm hands might feel if you allowed him the chance to play with those big beautiful boobies of yours, Mrs. Hall.”

Again, Vicky had to resist another whimper at the mere thought of what the wicked Ms. Seong was suggesting.

“Now the question is do you want your sweet, innocent, little boy to play with his mommy’s boobies using those nice warm hands of his, Mrs. Hall?”

After a moment’s hesitation she shook her head emphatically yes.

“I am not sure if I believe you, Mrs. Hall. I think you need some more convincing before I remove the scarf from your mouth and let you tell me what you want.”

Laughing softly to herself, Seong reached over, grabbing both the bottle of champagne and one of the flutes. Making sure to bring it over near enough to Vicky so she could hear, Seong splashed some champagne from the bottle into the glass before adding several ice cubes to it.

Oh God, please no, Vicky silently moaned to herself as she suspected Seong was about to force her to drink even more champagne. She was only half right.

Holding the flute a mere few inches from the first of Vicky’s erect nipples, Seong carefully tipped the glass down, allowing a small stream of the ice cold champagne to come splattering down onto Vicky’s poor nipple.

Vicky let out a loud muffled gasp as the icy cold champagne surprisingly ended up being spilled onto her tits, instead of into her mouth.

Moving the glass back and forth between the twin peaks of Vicky’s tits, Seong carefully splashed about half of the champagne out and onto Vicky’s tits.

After pulling the still half full glass back, Seong whispered, “Now it’s your choice Mrs. Hall, you can drink the balance of the champagne down in one large gulp or, since I don’t wanna waste it, I can spill the rest of it out and all over those already freezing cold breasts of yours.”

Reaching up, Seong pulled the scarf out of Vicky’s mouth. “Now answer me. Do you wanna finish drinking the champagne or do you want it spilled all over those tits of yours.”

“I . . . I will drink it. Please . . . I will.”

“Good,” Seong said as she held the glass up to Vicky’s lips. “Now drink it down all in one big gulp Mrs. Hall, but don’t take the ice.”

Giving the ever watchful Conner a happy wink, Seong tilted the flute forward.

Vicky gulped the balance of the champagne down in simple self-defense–just as Seong planned.

“I don’t think your son’s hands are quite toasty enough for playtime yet Mrs. Hall so in the meantime I’m afraid you will have to endure just a bit more of my playful teasing. Feel free to whimper all you want.”

Seong reached into the glass, pulling two of the largest ice cubes out of the bottom of the glass. Smiling at Conner, she gripped the cubes in between her fingers before bringing them to the summit of Vicky’s breasts.

Vicky squirmed and whimpered like a schoolgirl as Seong patiently rubbed the pair of ice cubes in small circles directly on her nipples until they melted away to nothing. Then fishing two more ice cubes out of the glass, these were the final two of any appreciable size, Seong happily repeated the process, causing Vicky to whine and moan just something awful.

Finally, it came to an end when Seong hopped up from the bed and crossed the room. After closing the bedroom window she told Conner, “Go ahead hon and rub your hands on your mommy’s face showing her how nice and warm they are.”

Conner obeyed placing his hands on either side of his mom’s face. They felt w fantastically warm to Vicky.

“So Mrs. Hall,” Seong asked as she settled herself down on the bed next to her, “do you want your son to warm his mommy’s boobies up by playing with them just a bit?”

Vicky wasted no time in answering. “Oh God yes please . . . please let my son play with his mommy’s big cold boobies. Please I am begging you.”

“Hmm let’s ask Connie if that would be OK with him.” Turning to Conner, Seong whispered, “So do you wanna play with your mommy’s boobies hon and maybe warm them up for her a bit?”

Vicky sighed in relief and hot anticipation when she heard her son answer quietly, “I do.”

He started off by rubbing his hands slowly all over his mom’s boobs, squeezing them lightly, as Vicky sighed in quiet relief. The feeling of his warm, toasty hands fondling her tits was nothing short of heavenly.

“Conner honey, why don’t you lay down next to your mommy and give her some nice warm kisses in addition to playing with those beautiful tits of hers. I bet that would warm her up even more.”

She welcomed his kisses, even when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She responded by releasing her own tongue as they exchanged one breathless kiss after another. Then Seong joined in as she laid herself down next to Vicky whispering, “Do you mind if I join in on the fun guys.”

Vicky accepted Seong’s kisses as eagerly now as she did her son’s, and even better maybe was how warm Seong’s hands were as she too started fondling her tits as they kissed.

In a mere matter of minutes Vicky was once again moaning but this time the moans were of unabashed pleasure. The feeling of being kissed and having her ice cold boobies warmed up by not one, but two loving pairs of hands was nothing short of delicious.

And then things got even hotter when she felt both their kisses sliding down off her lips and onto her neck. After both of them showered her neck with a light smattering of kisses, Vicky squirmed in eagerness when their kisses fell further down to her chest.

Both of them, simultaneously, assaulted her still somewhat cold nipples with their warm mouths causing Vicky to let out an increasingly loud series of whimpers.

“Go suck on your mommy’s boobies honey . . . that is probably the best way to really warm them up while I . . . hmm do some further exploring down under the sheet.”

Vicky felt Seong’s mouth slide off her tits and on down as once again she was squirming like mad in a wild hope her achingly wet pussy was finally going to get some attention.

Spreading her legs wider, Vicky let out a series of increasingly desperate moans as Seong’s tongue flickered across her inner thighs and then onto the moist folds of her pussy . . . just as Conner continued his soft suckling of his mommy’s boobs.

“Oh God . . . what are you guys doing to me?” Vicky whined when she felt the repeated swirling of Seong’s expert tongue assaulting her lips down there.

Seong dipped her skilled tongue in and out, in and out, of Vicky’s wet honey pot making her wail with unabashed pleasure with each adept flicker of her tongue.

Vicky, already warmed up down there, was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm and deciding to let the whole world know she cried out, “OH GOD BABY . . . PLEASE DON’T STOP . . . YOU . . . YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME.”

Wanting to watch the literal climax of this incredible drama, Conner lifted his mouth away from his mom’s tits before pulling the sheet back to reveal the most astonishing sight of his young life: his mother was bucking wildly all over the bed while The Lady in White ate her out.

“Come for her Mommy, please do it . . . come for her,” Conner whispered to his mother. “Please . . . for me. I wanna see it.” Dropping his mouth down to his mom’s lips, he began to kiss her lightly accenting each kiss with a “please come for her.”

Her son’s kind words, combined with his loving kisses was what truly sent Vicky rocketing over the edge as she let out one last loud moan as her orgasm came rushing home.

Having her sight cut off, and being bound to the bed only seemed to increase the intensity of her orgasm as it hit her like a runaway freight train, leaving her literally shaking.

Her work done, for the moment, Seong pulled both the sheet and the quilt up and over Vicky’s naked body as she snuggled up against her. “Just another wicked dream Mrs. Hall. Now go to sleep.”

In less than thirty seconds a very satisfied Vicky was sound asleep. Was her night finally over?

Sometime later, it might have been all of two hours, Vicky was awoken by first one tender kiss on her lips, and then another as her face was turned side to side with each of her bed partners sharing their love with her.

“Hmm, that is nice way to be awoken,” Vicky mumbled to Conner after he applied yet another tender and loving kiss to her lips.

She felt her face being turned as Seong whispered to her, “You are not awake, Mrs. Hall, you are still dreaming . . . so just relax and let it happen.”

“Yes, let it happen. I am dreaming,” Vicky murmured back as Seong swirled her tongue deep inside her mouth.

The kiss lasted for what seemed forever before she felt her son’s hand gently turning her face back to him but this time her expected kiss did not come.

Instead, she felt her face bump up against something big and hard. The scarf was on tight making it impossible to see. Vicky’s champagne addled mind whirled in confusion.

They really couldn’t expect her to do that! She mused even as she felt his hardness again bumping up against her face.

Once again, the good mother inside of her, still wanting to remain at least a little prim and proper protested. “I . . . can’t. Please Conner . . . no.”

“Hmm, you must Mrs. Hall. Please you must . . . try it first before saying no. Give it some kisses up and down. Make the boy feel good . . . make him feel loved.”

“I can’t,” she mumbled again even as she started to open her mouth, before abruptly shutting it.

“You must,” Seong told her again as she tangled her fingers deep in Vicky’s hair, keeping her from turning away from her big eight inch treat.

Then Conner started in on her as he sat up, resting on his knees, while jabbing his mighty pole at her still closed mouth.

“Please Mommy . . . it’s so hard it hurts. Please, pretty please make it all better.”

“Honey I can’t . . . that is going too far.”

“Shhh, don’t say that, Mrs. Hall. Remember it’s just a dream and Conner needs your help . . . you are the only one who can help him. The poor boy . . . he is in pain and needs some relief.”

“But . . . why can’t you . . . give him some relief?” she said trying to reason with them.

“Coz I want you Mommy . . . not her!” Conner immediately snapped causing Vicky’s heart to swell with pride.

“Hear that Mrs. Hall. The boy wants his mommy. Now please come on, just open your mouth and . . .”

Seong moved her mouth to Vicky’s ear, whispering so Conner couldn’t here. “Just try it. Give it a few little kisses and maybe a lick or two . . . and if you don’t like it I will take over and finish the job.”

“I . . . I don’t know . . .” Vicky replied.

“Please . . . the boy really needs his mommy. No one else will do. Pretty please . . . for me.” Lowering her mouth down further, Seong began to expertly kiss all along the nape of Vicky’s neck causing her to shiver as she found her sweet spot.

“Come on Mommy, please open your mouth and give it kisses . . . pretty please,” Conner whined as he began to stroke her hair ever so sweetly.

Vicky could feel her son’s hardness jabbing at her closed mouth. Her willpower to say no was fast dissolving under Seong’s onslaught of tender kisses all along her neck, combined with Conner’s desperate begging for his mommy to please him.

“Come on Mrs. Hall, open your mouth,” Seong breathed in her ear.

“Please Mommy . . .” Conner whined. “It . . . it hurts bad.”

Unable to resist their double assault, Vicky finally opened her mouth. Allowing her tongue to slide out, she slowly, carefully flickered it along the edge of her son’s oh so hard cock, causing him to let out a low hiss.

“Oh God, Mommy that feels so good,” he whined as her tongue slithered up and down his full eight inches.

“That’s good Mrs. Hall, now shower it with kisses . . . make the poor boy whine some more.”

Seong reached over, grasping Conner’s erect member while using her other hand on the back of Vicky’s head to guide her lips to his throbbing cock. Vicky responded, just as the both of them hoped she would, be spraying his hardness with a light smattering of kisses causing Conner to let out another small whimper.

“Now be a good Mommy and lick your son’s giant cock up and down Mrs. Hall,” Seong quietly whispered in her ear.

Allowing her tongue to go to work, Vicky slithered it all around, using a series of soft flickering of her tongue up and down his hardness, while mixing in a couple long, loving licks of her tongue.

She could here Conner gasping for breath as Vicky’s craving for her son’s hardness grew more desperate. She wanted to please her son; it was as simple as all that.

Seong rose to her knees so she was flanking Vicky directly opposite of Conner near the top of the bed. Leaning slightly forward, still grasping his thick pole at the base, she motioned for Conner to also lean forward.

Whispering in his ear, she told him, “Let’s share some wet, loud sloppy kisses as I think it will make your Mommy jealous hearing you kiss another woman. She might then want to please you even more by putting it in her mouth . . . and sucking on it.”

Vicky could hear a bit of whispering between them but couldn’t make out what they were saying, even when she took a break from her attentions to his cock to try and concentrate on what they were whispering about.

She was about to apply some more loving kisses, when she heard the unmistakable sound of the two of them sharing what sounded like some very wet and sloppy kisses and just as Seong predicated it set her jealous heart on fire.

Determined not to be outdone, Vicky went back to work on her son’s cock, kissing and licking it with an impassioned fever.

Seong broke off their kiss, looking down, watching with keen interest the Mommy going to work so passionately on her son’s hard cock.

Reaching down, she stroked the side of Vicky’s face as her mouth approached the tip of his fully erect penis. “Go ahead . . . be a good mommy again and put your son’s virgin cock in your mouth Mrs. Hall. He will remember it forever.”

Knowing a man always remembers the first woman to truly suck his cock, Vicky eagerly opened her mouth, swallowing her son inch by loving inch ever so slowly and patiently.

Soon the room was filled with the quiet noise of Vicky giving her son an extremely sloppy blowjob. It was surely a surreal experience for Vicky, being blindfolded and bound to this bed, with the beautiful and crazy Seong issuing her quiet naughty orders to suck on her son’s big cock. And boy was he big and hard! Vicky found this out when she slowly, patiently sucked the entire length of his nearly eight inches deep into her throat.

“That’s it Mommy . . . suck on your son’s cock,” Seong told her sweetly as she ran her fingers through Vicky’s hair. “I am so jealous.”

Vicky, bringing her mouth out to the very end of his cock, swirled her tongue around the tip of his penis before she took it deep inside her mouth and begin suckling on it with renewed vigor.

She wanted him to come as quickly as possible for it was not actually an easy thing to do– sucking his cock– while bound to the bed.

As it turns out, Vicky really had nothing to worry about when Conner started whining, “Oh God Mommy I think I’m going . . .”

Seong, just like before when he was about to come on his mom’s tits sprang into action. “Wait honey, not in her mouth,” Seong said reaching out and forcefully snatching his cock out of Vicky’s mouth. “Here come on her pretty face instead hon.”

It only took a couple strokes of her hand up and down his hard shaft to have Conner spurting a hot load of cum hitting his mommy directly in the face up towards her forehead. A second spurt of cum landed on her left cheek, while a third and final gush of cum spurted out, landing in her hair.

Conner collapsed next to his mother as Seong looked on once again with a smug little smile on her wicked face as she used her tongue to wipe up some, but not all of the cum from Vicky’s face.

A few minutes later, Vicky was passed out again. Once again, Seong has assured her it was all just a wicked dream.

It was still fully dark inside the bedroom roughly an hour later when Vicky was awoken by the loud creaking of the bed . . . and by something else. It took her champagne addled mind a minute to figure out just why the bed was creaking so loudly. They had twisted her on her side and Conner was inside of her, fucking his mommy, making the old bed squeak loudly as he patiently pumped his hips back and forth, allowing his hardness to penetrate his mommy to its fullest extent.

“She is awake now, honey. You can fuck her harder,” Seong said from somewhere in front of her. She was still bound to the bed and blindfolded. Any protest Vicky might have voiced by being fucked by her young son was snatched away for as soon as she opened her mouth she found one of Seong’s nicely sized breasts being pushed inside her mouth.

“Go on Mrs. Hall, suck on my tits as your son fucks you. Oh and remember, he has already came twice Mrs. Hall, so I hope you are ready to be fucked for a good long time as it might take him a minute or two this time for him to come.”

Vicky, of course, could not comment one way or the other with a mouth full of tits in her face so, again, going with the flow she sucked wildly on Seong’s tits as her son revved up his engine and began to fuck her with a bit more aplomb. Within a mere manner of seconds, she was being fucking pummeled by her son.

As he hammered his hardness deep inside of her, Vicky let out a loud moan when Seong pulled her tits out of her face.

Vicky crushed her mouth against Seong’s as they exchanged the first of several untamed kisses, their tongues whipping into each other’s mouths, while Conner, gripping his mom’s hips, continued to batter her with his huge cock.

Pulling back slightly, Seong whispered to Vicky, “Oh God Mrs. Hall, he is fucking you so good and hard huh?”

Vicky could scarcely answer with her breath coming in shallow gasps while her son slammed his cock into her repeatedly. She was approaching another intense orgasm, helped when Seong slipped her mouth down and started sucking on her tits.

The old bed was really rocking and rolling now with Conner entering the homestretch and wanting nothing more than to come deep inside of her. His orgasm was finally approaching, spurred on by watching the pretty Lady in White sucking so greedily on his mommy’s tits.

With one final thrust, and a loud grunt, Conner released a load of cum inside his mother. Exhausted, he pulled out of her, allowing Seong to finish Vicky off with her fingers as she expertly brought her to an intense climax.

An equally exhausted Vicky sighed contentedly as her two bed partners snuggled up next to her under the covers.

Falling into a deep, dreamless, sleep, Vicky did not wake up until the sun was high in the sky the next morning.

Her head was throbbing as she was assaulted by a vicious hangover, combined with some very fuzzy memories of a wild night of debauchery with her son and Seong. Vicky shook her head; was it all a mad series of dreams. She recalled being bound to the bed and something about some scarves. Focusing her fuzzy thoughts on the scarves, she thought one had been wrapped around her head, cutting off her vision, with the other being wrapped around her mouth rendering her unable to speak clearly. Oh then there was two more, with one end of each scarf being wrapped tightly around her wrists, while the other end was tied securely to the upper bed posts.