The house wants what it wants

His clothes were gone.

That's right. Gone.

It wasn't exactly hard to search the room itself. Besides the bed, the nightstand and the old antique cupboard, there was nothing else. Well, if you don't count the musky carpet that was underfoot, and with what looks suspiciously like cum stains.

"Just where could they be...." a deep sense of foreboding welled up inside, "surely not, no?"

He had an idea.

Vanished?

He was probably right though. But that led to a more terrifying thought.

"If something in this house can do such a simple thing, what else is it capable of..." Andy's vision shrank as he looked around darkly.

"Hey! Hey!" Came his stepmoms ill-timed interruption, "what are you muttering over there for?"

Oh. He had forgotten about her. Was that his blood running hot? But why?

Belatedly, he realised he had exposed himself again. His cock, with some shame, had engorged itself upon his wandering focus. Surprisingly, checking his mother's face, he didn't find any anger. It was like she was looking at him normally.

He didn't know why, but this nonchalant act of hers deeply excited him.

Failing to suppress his current hornyness, with a throb and twitch, a bead of pre-ejaculate sprung forth from his rigid cock. With frighteningly slowness, he could only watch it drop down onto the carpeted floor beneath.

-------HAHAHAHAHAHA--------

Setting into motion who knows what, a goulish laugh echoed out. The sudden noise shocked both him and his stepmother.

"Ouch!" Andy complained quietly, "stop pinching me!".

There goes her nails again. She was clutching him now. Even had herself practically plastered to him. He could feel her smooth skin and the swell of her breasts through her expensive bra. This wasn't making things any easier.

-----GOOD!!!! GOOD!!!! MWUAHAHAHAH!!!------

-----I CAN FEEL IT....-----

--YOUR LUST!!!--

"Do you believe me now Andy!?" Monica whispered beside him in histerics, "We have to do something!" She then let go and ran for the door.

Andy in his fright and arousel could only stand there and watch. A deep ravine with two flesh bumps was what caught his attention first. His stepmother's ass was the only thing on his mind.

A cruel thought came unbidden.

He eyed his rigid cock, then over to her ass. Should he do it?

Ask. Or command her?

He'd just say it was just like her old job. Yes. That would work.