Chapter 2: Came Back Haunted

The return trip was decidedly uneventful—if the melding of one’s mind with a monstrous apparition could ever be referred to as such. Autumn wasn’t the talkative type, and any attempt at idle conversation was met with cold resistance. She probed your thoughts sufficient enough to manage the long drive across the country, and her accommodation to your body had now become near perfect.

Becoming a passenger in one’s own body is a surreal experience that borders on the unexplainable—and watching this spectral entity act as if it were always her own terrified you to the core.

As the trip now nears its end, you bring forth a question to the mind of your captor, wondering why she had deviated from the obvious route home. With mild surprise, you are finally met with a response.

Autumn’s lips twist in a sinister grin, as she grips the steering wheel of your rental SUV and cackles with glee. *“Mother dearest requires an update, wouldn’t you say? We have so much to share with her…”*

You feel a sickening, churning feeling in your stomach as Autumn divulges her target destination, and your mind cycles through the horrors that this malevolent spirit might inflict on your family. [“No—P-please just leave my family out of this. I’ve given you everything that you want. Take me, and let it end…”]

Autumn coos delightfully at your supplicant pleas for release. *“Everything…? No…not yet you haven’t. But you will, and so will they…”*

You let out a mental whimper as you plead with Autumn for the remainder of the drive, but your ardent appeals only seem to fuel her forward. You feel her lecherous, lustful intent spilling forth into the deepest recesses of your mind, as you struggle to separate her emotions from your own.

Eventually, and to your dismay, you find yourself pulling into the driveway of your mother’s suburban home. As you forcibly step out of the vehicle, you find the sunny, yet slightly chilly weather to stand in ironic contrast to your defeated, morose mental state.

Approaching the door and ringing the bell, you wait with trepidation as you feel Autumn’s perverse mirth **** a smile on your face. To your abundant disappointment, your mother makes her way to the door and opens it delightfully.

“Oh! Matthew! There you are! Thank goodness, I’ve been so worried! I’ve been trying to ring you for days! I was scared that something might’ve happened to you. Didn’t you see my texts?” Your mother barrages you with a series of questions as she motions you inside; unknowingly inviting an intruder instead.

*“Oh, mother dear, I’m afraid that I found myself rather…occupied with our inheritance. I can’t wait to show you what I uncovered…” Autumn speaks with your voice, but not in the familiar tone that you would use.

Your mother frowns at the odd behavior, as Autumn slowly wraps your hands around your mother’s face and forces you to kiss her deeply on the lips. Your mother shrinks away; taken aback by the forward display of affection.

“Heavens, Matthew, what’s gotten into you…? Are you feeling alright?”

Autumn chuckles amusedly and nods your head. *“I just missed you so much. And I have so much to share with you. Come, mother. Let us sit for a spell.”*

Your mother follows you warily into the living room of her home, clearly unsettled by the unnatural actions of her son. You feel yourself sitting delicately on the couch, as Autumn forces you to pat the adjacent couch cushion—beckoning your mother to join you.

“What’s this all about, Matthew? You’re acting mighty strange, you know? What’s going on with you?”

Autumn giggles delightfully and begins rubbing your mother’s thigh possessively. *“Apologies for the odd behavior, mother dear. I fear that I have been gone for too long. But worry not, for we shall soon find our new normal. Together.”*

Your mother places her hand over yours concernedly. “Sweetheart, I don’t understand what’s going—” Your mother’s voice trails off mid-sentence as you feel Autumn’s mind abruptly rip itself from your own. You let out a pained scream as you feel electric energy course through your fingers, surging into your mother’s thigh.

Clutching your skull and writhing in agony, you lay back on the couch for several moments until the pain subsides. You blink back the discomfort as your vision blurs and swims. After a time, you feel an airy, mental clarity return to you. With some effort, you manage to move your hands in front of your face autonomously for the first time in days.

“S-she’s gone? She’s GONE?!” You look around frantically as you try to come to grips with what just happened.

*“Who’s gone, sweetheart?”* Your mother says, caressing your inner thigh with a look of empty curiosity.

You furrow your brow and look into your mother’s eyes, wondering how you could possibly convey the events that recently unfolded. “She—the demon, the ghost. Whatever it was. I was possessed and I—”

Your mother coos as her hand reaches down to caress the bulge in your pants. *“Oh, poor baby. That sounds horrible. Mommy’s here, now. I won’t let that mean old Autumn ever harm you again…”*

You blush intensely as your mother lightly fondles your cock and balls through the fabric of your pants. “M-mom…what’re you doing…? And how do you know her name—”

A look of horror crosses your face as you meet your mother’s sinister eyes and realize what has just transpired.

“N-no! Please, Autumn! Not my mother. Let her go! I told you; you can have me. Just please don’t harm her!”

Autumn laughs teasingly in your mother’s voice, as she accommodates to the new body at a rapid rate. *“Now, now, sweet boy. Don’t make me punish you. Mommy has had a LONG day, and she needs a little time to unwind.”* You feel your mother’s hand squeeze your package possessively, before pulling away with a teasing wink.

*“How about we make ourselves a little more comfortable, what do you say…?”* You watch dreadfully as Autumn forces your mother to tug down the straps of her dress—revealing her sizable breasts.

“N-no, please Autumn. Don’t do this—”

Your mother grips your face suddenly in her hand with unexpected ****, as her visage contorts spitefully. *“Silence, worm! You WILL obey. Need I say that poor mommy’s life depends on it?”*

You let out a pitiful whimper as Autumn drinks in the agony of your acquiescence. She lets go of your face and begins fidgeting with the straps of your mother’s bountiful white bra.

Your mother tosses the bra to the ground and begins teasingly toying with her breasts. You openly gawk at the sight of your mother’s massive mammaries, despite the vile disgust building in the core of your stomach.

*“Remove your pants.”* She says with a commanding tone.

You fear for your mother’s life and dare not tempt Autumn’s wrath further. With wild embarrassment and an exasperated sigh, you unbutton your pants and slide them down—revealing your flaccid, yet impressive pecker.

*“Good boy. Now come here.”* Your mother motions you closer, and you reluctantly obey. She takes your head in her hands and presses it downward, inching your mouth toward her hardening nipple. You let out a sob as your mother cackles with lascivious amusement.

She hefts her breast mere inches from your mouth and looks down expectantly. *“Go on. Nurse from mommy…”*

You frown bashfully as you meet your mother’s gaze, resignedly stick out your tongue, and begin teasingly circling her swollen nipple. Your mother lets out a contented sigh as she grips your hair and beckons you to continue.

You swallow shamefully and decide that earning the ire of this malefic spirit would not be wise at this moment. You take your mother’s nipple into your mouth and begin to suckle gently. A confused wave of arousal and revulsion courses through your mind as you taste your mother’s supple flesh and press your face further into her breast.

Your mother moans blissfully as she bites her lip and dominantly strokes your hair. You feel her hand creeping down your stomach as she meets your gaze with a wicked smirk.

You grunt pitifully as you continue suckling from her engorged teat, as you feel your mother’s soft fingers begin deftly tugging on your semi-erect cock.

*“Good boy…there you go. Get nice and hard for me. Let mommy take care of you…”* You let out a pathetic sigh as you feel your mother stroking you to full arousal. In spite of the intense nausea you feel from this intimate moment with your own mother, you can’t help but suckle from her with renewed need.

*“Mmmh, someone’s finally getting into it. How positively depraved…”* Your mother says teasingly with wretched delight. *“But I think you’ve had enough for now. It’s time for mommy to have a taste…”*

She slowly pulls you off her teat with a wet *pop* and falls to her knees in front of your sitting form. You look down resignedly into your mother’s eyes as she spreads your thighs apart with lecherous intent. Your only glimmer of hope in this nightmare is that perhaps your mother won’t remember these mentally scarring events.

Your mother coos with aggressive arousal as she presses her face to your crotch and begins taking in your intoxicating scent. You feel a disturbing thrill course through you as your mother cups your balls and plants slow, tender kisses on your cock.

*“Beg me.”*

You frown and shake your head, hoping for some way out of what will come next. “P-please Autumn…don’t do this.”

She squeezes your balls hard between her fingers and grimaces up at you. *“I said. Beg me. Beg me to suck your cock”*

You avert your gaze and begin whimpering slightly, knowing that there’s no hope; no escape from this torment at all. To deny her would be to risk your mother’s life. With a defeated sigh, you trade in your pride, and summon what strength remains to you.

“P-please, mommy. Please suck my cock…”

Your mother looks up at you with giddy perversity as she nods and kisses the tip of your throbbing cock.

*“Of course, sweety. Mommy would be delighted to.”*

You bite your lip and grip the couch as you feel your mother’s wet mouth wrap itself around your thick shaft. You let out a deep sigh as your own mother begins bobbing her head up and down your sensitive phallic flesh, while teasing in tandem the undercarriage with her slick, hot tongue.

You bashfully lock eyes with her as she cradles your scrotum in her practiced fingers and pleasures your penis with the undulating motion of her hungry mouth. “Oh God…why is this happening? This can’t be happening…”

Your mother narrows her eyes at you with sinister satisfaction as she continues her unholy, sexual ministrations. She temporarily withdraws your cock from her mouth and squeezes it with purposeful intent. You let out a boyish grunt as a sticky bead of precum begins dripping from the tip of your cock. Your mother wastes no time, lapping up the sweet treat and moaning like a whore. *“So delicious. Mommy loves the taste of her little man’s nectar…”*

She begins stroking your cock swiftly, while looking up at you with wicked, expectant eyes. *“Are you gonna feed mommy more? I want every last drop of your sticky load, sweetheart. Don’t you dare hold out on mommy. You hear me…? I want you to make thick, gooey cummies for mommy.”*

She plunges her mouth unceremoniously back down onto your cock and begins eagerly deepthroating the entirety of your length over and over again. Your eyes roll back from the profundity of pleasure, as your mother gives you the best blowjob of your life.

She continues to suck you off with reckless abandon, gurgling and moaning in depravity as your breaths start to come in raggedly. If she keeps this pace up, you know you won’t be able to last much longer.

Your mother continues to gag and sputter on your turgid cock, taking you down her throat with rapid, gluttonous fervor. She meets your gaze with expectancy, and you let out a soft whimper. You grip the couch and bite your lip as you feel yourself being **** over the edge. You instinctively begin bucking your hips into your mother’s face, seeking erotic release.

“Mmmmmnghhh~~! Fuck….nonono. Oh fuck…Ohh no. I’m gonna cum. Autumn, I’m—”

She slaps your thigh hard to correct you, as she pounds your cock down her throat relentlessly. You blush as you succumb to your mother’s intense ministrations and relinquish control over your sexual reservations.

“Y-yes…! Oh fuck! I’m cumming, mommy! I’m cumming! Please don’t stop! Mnnnfghhh!!”

Your mother hilts your cock all the way down her throat and holds it there while locking her gaze upon yours. Your body is wracked with an intense orgasm, as your cock begins shooting its hot, sticky payload down your own mother’s thirsty throat. You moan like a slut as you hold fast to the couch and ride the wave of your powerful ejaculation. You buck needily into your mother’s mouth as you continue to spurt jet after jet of your potent spunk down into her stomach.

After what feels like a blissful eternity, you come down from the height of your ejaculation and look down at your mother. She returns your gaze wickedly as she pants deeply, catching her breath in the process. She proceeds to methodically lick up the salty jism that slowly continues to leak from your spent cock and savors it lustfully.

You decide to try and curry favor with Autumn—if such a thing can truly be done—and you resolve to play along with her antics for now. “T-thank you mommy. That felt amazing.”

She leers at you with sickening amusement. *“Of course, sweet boy. There’s plenty more where that came from. Don’t you worry…”*

You frown at the sinister implications of that statement but decide not to push the issue further.

*“Go on and get dressed, now. It’s time for me to return home.”*

You cock your head inquisitively as your mother reclothes herself. “R-return home…?” You follow suit and don your pants once more.

Your mother nods and sits back down beside you. *“Mhm…are you ready?”*

You grimace slightly as your mother reaches over and touches your thigh once more. Any confusion you once had as to what Autumn meant fades away as you feel the familiar, chilling presence of her ice bath presence fill your mind once more.

Your mother cries out in agony as she falls back into the couch and grips her skull.

To your surprise, you find that you are still in control of your body, despite Autumn’s occupancy. You reach over and touch your mother’s arm worriedly. “Mom, are you okay…?”

Your mother takes a moment to recalibrate. She looks about the room, still clutching her head with a pained expression on her face. “Mmh…yeah, I think so. I think I’m feeling a migraine come on.”

You search her face for any hint of knowledge regarding what recently transpired. She licks her lips and rubs her throat—clearly experiencing some level of discomfort. Your mother raises an eyebrow at you, noticing your close inspection. “What…? What’s wrong? You’ve been acting very strange since you returned, you know that?”

You feel Autumn’s voice flutter through your mind and push you aside—once more asserting control. Autumn forces a smile on your face and shrugs. *“Nothing’s at all the matter, mother dear. Perhaps we should discuss the nature of your inheritance.”*