Intermission: A bump in the night

The smell of mildew permeated the pitch-black attic of John’s house. It was a bother for either John or Brenda to get up there so they hadn’t really cleaned out the old owners' things and had only made room for what they needed to store.

A dark figure stretched, pushed her obviously feminine chest out and yawned. Oh, I think I just heard John go into his room. I wonder how his day went, I should check on him, but not yet.

The girlish figure slowly glided across the attic and pressed her ear to the ground above John’s room when she heard him let out a short laugh. He must be on his computer, I should be alright to take a peek, she thought.

She pushed her face into the floor and gasped at the sight of John lying back on his bed. He had a pair of pale blue cotton panties pushed against his face and he was slowly stroking himself, letting out quiet moans.

Oh John, you naughty boy, have you been raiding Brenda’s drawers again? Wait? No! Those aren’t any of Brenda’s. Has my little Johnny finally gone and got himself a girlfriend? Or did he go and steal them from one of the girl's lockers at school? Ooh, John, you are a naughty boy, aren't you?

Her hand drifted between her legs and began rubbing herself over her underwear.

John began stroking faster but suddenly stopped; the girl tilted her head in confusion but stopped like he did. She pulled her face back and let out a quiet whimper before pushing forward to see John again. A moment passed, John started again, and the girl followed, this time putting her hands inside her panties.

She occasionally had to pull her face back to moan and whimper as John repeatedly paused and continued jerking off. He finally brought the panties down to his dick.

Oh my god, yes! John, I’m going to cum! Let’s do it together!

John bucked his hips as he finally came, and the girl began to quiver. Her face contorted into a silent scream of pleasure. She laid back and tried desperately to begin thinking clearly again. She wanted to see the mess that John had made of himself.

After a few minutes, that felt like hours to her, she’d finally gotten her breathing under control. Remembering what she’d just watched, she quickly stuck her head back into the floor, but John was already in bed, fast asleep. I’ve got to find those panties. If my orgasm was that hard, I can’t imagine how soaked through those panties he used must be, she thought.

She drifted down through John’s ceiling and began quietly rummaging through John’s normal hiding places. She checked his hamper and found nothing although she did stop to inhale his freshly shed underwear. It wasn’t in his closet or under his bed. She stopped and scratched her head. Where could he have hidden them?

She searched his desk drawers and found nothing. She checked under his desk and still came out empty-handed. The trash can? But why would he throw them away? she internally questioned.

She checked in his trash and only found a bunch of discarded paper towels. I guess it had to be a mess if he had to use these too. I’m not going to find those panties, am I? She let out a quiet, disappointed sigh.

She reached into the trash can, grabbed a soaked paper towel and took a deep, ragged breath, taking in the scent of John’s cum. Mmh, I bet those panties were ruined. She shivered and took another deep breath. God, I’m soaking again. If it wasn’t for the fact I’d probably scare or freak him out, I would definitely fuck him right now. Though I might even settle for just talking to him while he was awake at this point.

She walked to John’s bed and stood over him. She reached down and gently brushed her pale fingers through his hair. I should probably feel ashamed of myself for masturbating over you. Especially after I’ve watched you grow up, but it’s not like I can just roam around the town or anything and a girl has needs.

She sighed. I wonder what Brenda’s up to? She glided to John’s bedroom door and pushed her head through. Once she knew the coast was clear, she walked through and did the same to Brenda’s door.

After an hour and a half, the spectre returned. She was red-faced and lightly touching herself. She glided over to John’s bed and floated above him before softly lowering herself until she laid behind him.

She draped her right arm over him, caressing his chest and stomach while the other hand was continuing to tease her folds. “You should have seen Brenda’s… I mean Mom’s underwear, Johnny, it was sheer lace, she was so wet I could see her soft wet pussy through it, though it was so thin I would have been able to see through it anyway. I could even see her little brown tuft that sits on top of it. I couldn’t help myself, Johnny, she reminds me of my mom a little too and it just...” She shivered as she whispered.

A soft moan passed her lips. “I had to get in closer. First I pulled her bra down,” she let out a whimper as she sunk her finger into her soaked depths, “I had to latch onto one of her big, milky nipples. I must have nursed her left nipple for soooo long before switching to the other and all the while all she could do was moan; it could have been because I was telling her how you were jerking it just before sleeping, though it could also have been my overactive imagination.” Her right arm began to sink lower until it grazed John’s hardened dick which twitched at her touch.

“Someone is eager. I bet all this Mommy talk has gotten you going, hasn’t it?” her giggle was barely audible. “Okay, I’ll continue. So after I’d sucked on her gorgeous nipples for what seemed like hours, I decided that I needed to dip down and get a taste of her leaking nectar. I really read way too much of your erotica, by the way, I’ve started using too many of your sexualised terms.” She grinned while beginning to slowly and softly stroke his cock causing him to let out a moan.

“So, I slowly peeled down Mommy’s panties. All the nipple sucking had gotten her super worked up. I mean, even in the porn you’ve watched, I’ve never seen a girl that wet. There were like clear webs stringing between her panties and her godly pussy. Aaaanyway, I worked her panties down making sure to clean up her sopping mess, and you have never tasted a woman so sweet, like does that woman only eat pineapple or whatever? Just from the taste, I was beginning to match her wetness.” She paused for a moment before donning a devilish grin; she worked John’s boxer shorts down causing his dick to spring up and slap his stomach which caused him to shift and groan. Luckily he didn’t wake.

She pulled her hand back over and ran it up and down her pussy before bringing it up to inspect it. “Nice, looks like your hot mom isn’t the only one that can make strings from her pussy juice.” She wrapped her arm back around, gripping John’s dick lightly with her slick hand while going back to fingering herself, this time vigorously enough that the wet shlicking sound was audible.

“That’s it, John, Mommy Brenda is here to help relieve your big, hard problem. She’s going to use her big, soft, milky titties to drain you,” the ghost whispered into his ear. She froze as she heard John moan a little louder and thrusted into her hand.

An even bigger grin plastered her face. “Ooh, you naughty boy, having those thoughts about dear Mommy. I should get back to storytime, shouldn’t I? So like I said, she was super fucking wet and I couldn’t get enough of it. I’m telling you it was like honey, I could live off the stuff… If I was alive that is. So she keeps moaning louder and louder, then I jump because she grabs onto the back of my head and forces me into her crotch then grinds into my face making my tongue push in and out of her.” She shuddered.

“I can tell she’s getting closer because she’d **** my tongue deeper and deeper and I feel her velvet walls begin to vibrate and then her legs tighten like a vice. If I wasn’t a ghost and didn’t phase-out, I’m sure she would have crushed my skull. I’m telling you, those thighs are thicc and lethal. So she’s twitching for like a good ten minutes and then finally relaxes, but she has another nice big drip just leaking out.” She pushed her fingers deeper while simultaneously pumping John’s dick faster and gripping him slightly tighter.

“I didn’t want it to go to waste, it is literally liquid gold and was slowly rolling down Mom’s still spasming cunt, I dived… dove? Whatever. I lapped it up but didn’t swallow it all. I mean it was a lot, like imagine how much you normally cum and that’s how much had just leaked out onto my tongue. So I didn’t want to waste it; I crawled up face to face with her and kissed her. Lucky for me she was the first one to open her mouth, and I happily shared her delicious syrup with her. She moaned as we intertwined our tongues savouring the taste that just came from between her legs. She moaned constantly, and when we parted you’re never going to believe what happened.”

She quickly floated up and slowly removed the covers from John. She lowered her head to his dick and gave it a teasing lick before continuing to jerk him off. “As I backed away from her leaving the taste of her own pussy on her tongue she moaned ‘John’ clear as day. I’d been teasing myself the whole time while we made out and that one word sent me over. Just the mention of you after the things I’d done to her.” She shivered and could see John’s dick begin to tighten. She quickly put the tip of his dick into her mouth before he shot load after load, causing her to swallow as quickly as she could. The cum was clearly visible travelling down her throat and pooling in her stomach. After he’d shot his final load, she moaned in complete bliss, “You do not know how good that tasted, Johnny boy. It would be hard choosing between lapping up your mother or emptying your balls. I do wish it could have been shot between a different set of lips though, maybe one day?” She let out another hopeful sigh looking down at her sopping pussy, before fixing John’s underwear and covers.

She floated back up to lay with him, then another idea sprung into her head. She lowered her hand back down to her pussy and coated her fingers before bringing them up to John’s mouth. After working her fingers back and forth a couple of times, John’s lips parted, and the spectre’s slick fingers entered, causing John to moan at the taste. “Glad you like it, I’m just going to lie here with you awhile,” she whispered while shifting into a comfortable spot spooning John again.

John usually never woke up during the night unless a loud sound startled him so his bedmate was content with lying with him for hours just watching as he peacefully slept, occasionally talking in his sleep. She saw the morning sun beginning to creep in beneath his curtains and decided that it was time she made her exit.

Floating up towards the attic she stopped. “Sleep tight, John, I’ll be back to see you again tomorrow.”