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All characters in this are eighteen, or so I’ve been told, but you as readers can determine that yourselves. I don’t want to be the one to dampen anyone’s inner fires.
Possession is nine tenths of the law
‘Oh my God, is that a Ouija Board?” Katie asked. “I didn’t know you had one of these.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” I cracked.
“Have you ever tried it?”
“When I was nine. Where did you find it?” I asked.
“In a box in the hallway marked junk.”
“It might have belonged to my sister. She and her husband went through the house a month ago.”
She set it down on the small coffee table in front of me while I was going through a stack of old paperwork of my mother’s, trying to make some sense of what to keep and was that was legally relevant to the ownership of the old house, and what was simply trash and junk mail.
When I entered the front room, she dropped a box onto the small coffee table in front of an old couch. She had a drink in one hand and was swaying to Eric Clapton’s Layla from the old stereo cabinet on the other side of the large living room. She had just finished going through a stack of old LP’s and picked out some background music to work by.
“Why did you mother keep all this old stuff?” that was playing from a small radio in the kitchen
“I haven’t played with one of these in years,” she gushed.
I stepped forward and looked at the newish box that she had dropped on the table.
She had been going through a box of things from the closet in the back bedroom and managed to find things that I didn’t even know existed.
I glanced up at her. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough,” she said. “Don’t be my mother, Jimmy.” She said with a grin on her face.
“Haven’t you looked through any of these boxes?”
“My sister packed them up last month when she and her husband were here. I think they took everything they wanted.” I looked at Katie.
“So this might have been your sister’s?”
Might have been. Amy is five years older than me and we weren’t really that close.”
Katie and I had been close friends for years and just happened to be my work partner at the Game Factory, a family owned business that designed and sold high tech computer games, Like Galaxy Wars, The Fourth Regime, two of the top selling games that helped us keep pace in the gaming world with Halo, Zombie Nightmare, and Warcraft.
I designed games and Katie was our legal analyst, and Marketing chief, taking care of copyrights and licensing issues and foreign distribution matters. Which meant that we both spent too much time in front of computers.
There was a huge stack of papers on the table already and she moved them to the side and opened the cover of the box.
“This looks like it’s never been opened.”
“I think the things in that box were going to be tossed or donated to Goodwill.” I told her.
“Well, it’s ours now and you know what they say. Possession is Nine Tenths of The law.”
“Now, how did I know you were going to come out with that?” I grinned, knowing that that was her favorite phrase.
“See, you’re psychic,” she snaped back quickly. This game will be perfect for you.” she laughed. “It’s getting dark anyway so let’s get started.”
I had been going through a mountain of my mother’s paperwork, trying to make sense of what was important and what was simply trash. When Katie put the gameboard on the table, I dropped the stack of paperwork on the floor beside me, figuring I would get to it later.
“Didn’t you mom leave a will?” she asked, lifting a few sheets then putting them back.
“If she did, she didn’t say anything about it before she died and without a key to the basement, I can’t check down there.”
Folding her legs under her, Katie placed the gameboard in the middle of the table and sat down opposite me. “This looks like fun.”
“If you believe in the spirit world,” I said.
“Oh, right,” she laughed, “this coming from a grown man who designs games featuring Elves and Fairies and Trolls.”
Her name was Kathren Holsome, yep, that was her real name, and she looked the part of a wholesome, Midwestern girl. Nice figure, full hips, large well shaped breasts and past the shoulder length auburn hair that was, as always tied back in a ponytail behind her head She had a thing for large rimmed glasses and they made her look that much cuter, her blue eyes shining behind them. Katie never wore anything too flashy or revealing, nothing that would attract any undue attention to her 34DD breasts but then, they were attention getters on their own. She kept them buttoned up, almost no cleavage but they had my attention for a time or two. I did notice that the top two buttons were undone this time. She had offered to help with getting some things out of my mother’s house, my mother having passed away eighteen months before.
Katie had met her a few times and mom always got it into her head that we would have made a perfect couple. Thankfully, Katie never heard some of the things mom said to me when she was out of the room.
“She’s got the hots for you Jimmy. “You get in there with your big cock and loosen up that tight pussy and in no time…”
That was dear old mom. Always right out front with what she thought. “Tits like those will keep you hard for weeks.”
I grinned, remembering those quaint words of wisdom from my mother.
“You’re in a good mood tonight,” I said. Besides the drinking.”
“What’s wrong with my drinking?”
“I’ve never been around you when you’re like this. You’re the company marketing and legal whiz and usually serious.”
“Well for your information, I am in a good mood,” she said, a huge grin almost swallowing her face. “Thomas, my fiancé is flying back tomorrow. I haven’t seen him in three months.”
“That’s a long time to be gone from a hot girl like you,” I teased.
“You’re just an ass kisser.”
“If they all looked like yours, I’d be in heaven.”
“Wait here’ she said, a huge grin on her face, I’m going to get more drinks.” I sat at the table and watched her cute ass disappear around the corner into the kitchen.
I sat there on the couch and wondered where the time went. Twentysome years ago, I was a fifteenyearold kid with raging hormones and a mother that looked like she could have stepped out of Hustler or Penthouse magazine. I spent more time trying to get looks at ger her naked body than I did anything else.
Between that and staying out of the way of my drunken father, there was never a dull moment. I hid out in fantasy books and writing science fiction stories just to keep my sanity. It was around that time that, my mother was tired of being ignore ually by my father who was usually too drunk to do much of anything in bed so my mother would get herself primed on some hard drinks and come into my room and fool around with me. It started out with just massaging my legs and chest and stomach as I had trouble sleeping at night. Then she started using her hands on my balls and penis, making me come and then I would fall asleep. It worked every time.
Three years before that, my older sister, Amy left home before graduating high school because my father was ually abusing her. I only found out about that years later after I had left home. She didn’t tell me what had happened, but I discovered a diary of hers hidden away in a crevice in her bedroom closet that detailed everything she had gone through beginning at the age of ten.
Later on, I was sure my mother was well aware of what was happening, but I’d already left home by then. Almost ten years after she kicked him out of the house, and he died from alcohol poisoning. I can’t say that I missed him because we were never close.
Katie and I became close through the work we did together at the gaming company. I never told her any details about my distant past and by then I hadn’t seen my mother in fifteen years.
Strangely enough, Katie did resemble my late mother, at least, her physical attributes when my mother was in her early thirties. Then when mom and I were alone, she would slyly rub her hand against the front of my pants and murmur, “missed opportunities, my baby boy…missed opportunities.”
I did notice that Katie had entered the room with another beer in her hand and a large plastic cup in the other.
She set my beer down in front of me and took a drink of her own.”
“Thanks, and by the way, what are you drinking now?”
“Same thing. Vodka and Monster energy drink.”
“Doesn’t one cancel out the other?”
She shrugged. It’s good,” then she handed me her cup. I tasted it and made a face. “I think I’ll stick with a beer,” I said, handing it back to her.
By the way, you’re in a good mood tonight.”
“I can’t wait for tomorrow. Thomas is coming home.”
“You have plans?” I asked with a measured amount of curiosity.
“We are going to stay in bed and fuck until we can’t move.”
“Well, that’s more information than I asked for but…”
“We had already talked about having a child. But tomorrow I’m going to let him fuck my brains out.” She giggled.
“So now what?” I had trouble concentrating with that imagine of her getting nailed on a bed or on the tabletop, large tits shaking with every thrust of his cock into her.
“I think we should take a break for a while,” Katie suggested.
“And do what?”
“Play this.” She unboxed the game and placed the ornate, enigmatic board in the middle of the table. “It’s Halloween night after all, so this should be fun. Who knows who we will contact.” She smiled and took another deep swig of the concoction in her cup. It’s Halloween night, in case you forgot.” She said again.
“You already said that.”
“Did I?”
“In case you forgot.”
“Well at least no one is going to come by the house and beg for candy,” I told her. “This place has been empty for months.”
“Okay, so maybe it looks haunted enough for a ghost or two to be conjured up,” she suggested.
“Didn’t you tell me that your mother died in this house?” she asked me.
“She developed cancer when I was in college. She was fortyseven when she went,” I said looking at the game.
“Sorry to hear that, you two were close, weren’t you?”
“Sometimes a little too close,” I answered and left it at that.
“Maybe we could use this to contact her,” Katie said.
“Sure, I said, “if you believe in that stuff.”
“You of all people should take some of this seriously.”
“Maybe bring her back so she can tell us where the key is to the basement door.” I suggested.
“Okay, let’s start this thing.”
“Did you check the batteries?”
“She reached across the table and smacked my arm, causing her breasts to shake under her loose shirt. “What the worst that could happen?”
“Oh, I don’t know, you could be carried off to the spirit world or you might end up dancing naked on this table later on tonight.
“Don’t get your hopes up.” She smiled.
“That’s what I like about you. You’re so subtle,” I smiled back at her.
I noticed that she was getting just a little out there, more than I had seen her before. Every time she leaned forward I saw a little more deep cleavage down the open front of her shirt. I didn’t know how the top two buttons came open on her shirt but I wasn’t going to complain. I had seen her like this once before and she was a real tease.
“Okay, now what?” I asked, trying to remember the point of the ghostly game.
Katie placed the triangular massage indicator on the board at the bottom of the board to start.
“It’s more fun with three or four but this will work.” Now put just two fingers on the edge of the piece and I put mine over here.”
I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from her chest and looked at the piece.
“Now what?”
“Now we find a spirit to talk to,” she said.
“Now you ask a question and if there is anyone in the spirit world listening, it will move the piece.”
“Or you will,” I challenged.
“Put your fingers lightly on the piece and let it guild itself.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Okay, skeptic. I’ll start the game.”
“Is there anyone in this house who shouldn’t be here?” she asked.
I waited and looked up and saw that Katie had her eyes closed.
A minute went by and still nothing.
“I think the batteries are dead,” I joked.
“No,” she said, “you have to take this seriously or the spirits won’t answer you.”
“Is there some one here who needs to speak?” Katie asked.
“I glanced at Katie’s shirt once more and felt the piece move under my fingers.
Did you just move that?’ I asked.
“No,” she answered, “I was concentrating.”
The piece had stopped on YES.
“Okay, see it works.”
“How do I know you didn’t move that?”
“I am barely touching it,” she answered.
“Do you belong here?” she asked for her second question
“The piece remained where it was.
“Was that an answer?” I asked.
“It didn’t move,” Katie said. “Your turn.”
“Is Katie going to flash me her tits?”
“You perv,” she giggled, but the piece stayed right where it was, on YES.
“There’s hope for this night yet,” I smiled back at her.
“In your dreams,” she smiled, her eyes still closed.
“Are you alone in this house?”
The indicator remained where it was.
“I tried a different tac.
“Do you have a name?”
Of course the piece still didn’t move
“What is your name?” Katie asked this time.
This time the piece moved quickly, and I almost lost my grip on it.
S, a slight pause, then…
Y, and I watched the piece move to…
L, then I felt my heart jump…
V, then quickly to…
I, then it raced to…
A…
“Wow,” Katie said as she started at the piece. “That’s you mom’s name. And you said she died in this house.”
“I got my breath back and asked the next question, still not believing that Katie was in the dark about this as well.
“Why are you here?’
I LIVE HERE, the letters came in rapid movements.
“Is this really happening?” I asked out loud.
“Wow,” Katie said “Maybe I should stop drinking.
“Who did you come here to see?” Katie asked.
And again, we both had trouble keeping our fingers on the message piece indicator.
I MISS MY BABY BOY
“That’s what my mom always called me when I was younger,” I whispered to Katie.
“I’m having trouble keeping my fingers on the piece,” she said.
“Did you come here for a reason?” I asked, feeling the last doubts slipping away.
YES
There was a pause, and I felt the piece tremble under my fingers. I looked quickly up at Katie. Her eyes were wide.
FUCK
“What?”
“Talk about not being subtle.”
“You think I said that?” She asked.
That’s when I noticed that another button on her shirt had been undone.
FUCK ME BABY BOY. The piece moved rapidly with our fingers barley staying on it.
MY BABY BOY NEEDS TO FUCK ME
“Shit'” Katie said. “Does she mean you?”
“Oh shit.” I groaned this is…”
Then something happened that I still can’t explain to this day.
FUCK MOMMY
Then Katie suddenly let go of the piece and raised her arms, straight up in the air as if something was trying to lift her off the floor where she was kneeling.
I thought she was getting mad about what she thought I was doing. Instead, she tilted her head back and shook it violently and raised it back up. Her glasses had fallen off and whips of hair hung over her face.
“Mommy needs you to fuck her.”
Katie….what the hell is going on?” Her voice had sounded slightly different.
At this point, Katie’s eyes were unfocused, and I attributed it to the larger than normal amount of alcohol she had consumed up to this point. I didn’t blame her for going a bit overboard, Afterall, her fiancé was due to arrive tomorrow. She was giddy about that, had been for most of the day but couldn’t start drinking until after work.
She quickly made up for the lost time. But in a very strange way. She groaned and suddenly let her head tilt all the way back. All I saw at that point was the front of her shirt, now tight and straining against her large breasts that were now pushing up and out against the thin material.
“Katie, what’s going on?” I asked, suddenly feeling a chill in the room.
She lowered her head again and was now staring straight at me for a long moment then smiled at me. Now, without her glasses, I looked into her wide eyes and noticed that they were now green, the color of my mother’s eyes.
I heard Katie giggle then looked at her. It was clearly not her voice that had just come out of her mouth.
“Don’t you even know your own mother?”
Now the chill had formed in my spine, and I was finding it hard to breathe.”
“I miss you, Jimmy.” The voice that came out of Katie’s mouth was low and seductive and oh so familiar.
“Mom?”
“Do you miss my tits in your mouth?”
“Now that was something I never told anyone and only my mother knew that she let me suck on them after she massaged me in the bedroom so many years ago.
Katie leaned forward and brushed the board off of the table and placed her hands on her shirt and began undoing the remaining buttons.
“Katie, what the hell is going on with you?”
“Of all my deepest regrets, the one that troubled me the most, was not getting you to fuck me,”
The voice I heard was not Katie’s high chirpy voice but my mother’s distinctive low, seductive voice, the same voice she used when she caressed my teenage erection, always making me cum before I would fall asleep.
“Mommy?” I said instinctively as I seemed to be drawn back to those night with her.
I watched Katie open the front of her blouse and shake it off her shoulders and arms and toss it on the floor behind her.
“So many night’s after playing with you, I would have to go back into my bedroom and jam a huge rubber cock deep into my cunt and get myself off with that, wishing it was your cock that was in my cunt, in my ass.”
The words I was hearing out of Katie’s mouth then watching her open the front of the bra that barely held her breast in place open and she let them roll out, sitting heavy and firm on her chest. This was the first time I had ever seen them.
She sat up straight and pinched those grape sized nipples between her fingers and rolled then and pulled them outward, twisting them and rolling them between her fingers.
“Katie?”
“You called me to come home, and I was already here waiting for you,” Mom said through Katie’s mouth. “I have been waiting because I knew you would come back to me.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Katie’s breasts and the way she was manipulating her nipples between her fingers. She pinched them hard then pulled them on, stretching them even further out.
“I knew you wanted to fuck me and I have wait so long for that cock to slide inside me.” Mom’s voice was an octave lower than Katie’s and so seductive that I fell under the spell that had caused me so many restless nights when I was a teenager.
If I had even guessed that this was what Katie had been hiding from my eyes, I might have actually made more intimate attempts with her, especially after my divorce. But then my brain kicked in and I realized again that this was not Katie I was dealing with now. This was my dead mother and apparently, she had spent a lifetime ually unsatisfied.
“How many times I found your cum in my panties and on my pillow. I could smell it, I could taste it. I wanted your cum so bad.”
Katie smiled at me, staring right into my eyes with her now vivid green eyes. “Take out your cock and show me how hard you are for your mother.”
Without thinking I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out in front of Katie, something I would never have dreamed of doing to my friend.
“Such a big cock on my little boy,” she hissed. “So many missed opportunities”.
Katie suddenly stood and kicked the table out of the way with her foot and stood there in front of me and unzipped her jeans and pushed them off her full hips and stepped out of them. Wearing only thong panties, she dropped to her knees between my legs and pulled my pants off my hips and grabbed my cock in her hands and started slowly pulling it upward.
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