Vanishing mom

“So John ejaculates sans fear, let’s make his mommy disappear!”

She says the words and vanishes, a smoky image seeming to hang a second behind a strange, translucent effect. I catch myself staring as her outer layers seem to disappear first, leaving me a lasting impression of her newly restored-and-upgraded body even after she vanishes.

“Mom?” I say to the empty room. I looked where she’d been standing, and every trace of her was gone. No clothes, no wand. “Th-thanks, mom.” When I took a deep breath, my cock bulged with confidence. It’s true what they say about relaxation and its effect on those blood vessels, because now I was really throbbing.

“Fuck, you know how to work a cock,” I say to the invisible hand, renewing its efforts once my newfound enthusiasm becomes physically obvious. I know it’s not going to take me long to blow my load; this phantom hand seems to know exactly what a hand job should feel like.

I look around the room again.

“Mom, you’re really gone, aren’t you?” She really did disappear. It’s just me and the ghost hand, going to town on me. For the first time, I let myself really take in the loving touch of this invisible appendage. “Maybe…you could let me sit down?” I ask the empty space. I’m about to move toward one of the recliners in the living room, but the moment I attempt to move my feet, the hand grips me hard. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m aware it doesn’t want me to move myself anywhere.

In fact, one of the chairs from the kitchen comes bobbing in. I watch its odd, dangling path as it zooms into the living room and places itself in the center of the rug, right behind me. When the invisible hand pushes all the down my shaft and presses against my hips, I understand what it wants and gently squat backward. I land in the chair a little harder than I want to, but taking the weight off my feet feels nice.

It doesn’t occur to me to ask where the chair came from, since there’s no one in the room with me to ask. I did mention aloud that it would be nice to sit down, so I figure that it’s just the magic’s doing. I have no idea how this invisible hand works. Maybe it can just multiply itself as needed, and another invisible hand simply grabbed a chair from the kitchen table.

There’s something about this situation that’s triggering my animal paranoia, but I’m not sure what it is. Now that my legs are relaxed, I’m harder than ever—but I check the room visually again. I know. I know I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth here, because I asked her to leave, and she’s gone…but there’s just some feeling I have that makes me check one more time.

“Mom?” I say. “Where did you go?” There’s no answer, but I hear my phone buzz a room away. Obviously I don’t make any moves to go and get it, but just like the kitchen chair, it bobs into the room a few seconds later.

It’s a text from mom.

“Text me back when you’re done, sweetie! I have more plans to discuss with you.”

That set me even more at ease. Apparently she really did as I asked and gave me some privacy. For the first time, I grinned at the unseen appendage jerking me off.

“Oh man, let’s go for it,” I tell the enchantment. “Before she changes her mind!” I sit back as the hand takes my advice. This time I let my weight actually sink into the chair as it pulls me off. Now I’m watching curiously as my cock bends and compresses with the motion of the invisible digits. Suddenly I feel a second hand squeeze beneath me, and soft unseen fingertips roll over my sack, pressing just enough to let me know they’re holding it.

I slide forward, off the chair a little to let the hands do their thing. This is pretty interesting, but being alone actually has my mind wandering as I consider the possibilities of these phantom hands.

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