Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: N/A
____ Introduction ____
By sheer force of will - and unknowingly - a teenage boy is not only able to bring his mother back from the dead; he can also insert her into any part of his life he wishes her to be in. Before reading this story, go to any site that shows thumbnails of milfs, choose a milf you like, and that's what his mother looks like. You have the freedom to visualize her physical character without my imposing any descriptive limits. This text contains the impossible, subconscious imposition of a boy's will on reality; incest and the bizarre.
Stay, Never Leave
Written by Norton5
---> Chapter One
Arthur woke up from a frightening dream. He saw his mother, Rebecca, wave good bye to him - from her coffin.
It had been more than six months since she passed away. Just when he was beginning to fantasize about her in a sexually inappropriate way for a son to think about his mother. He was sixteen and wasn't into girls as much as he was into the women in brief pornographic videos he downloaded from the internet.
Cancer was a terrible sickness for anyone to suffer and die from. It had taken his mother.
He heard moaning. A woman's moaning coming from his father's (Ned's) room. Was his father fucking another woman already, so soon after his wife passed away? It was six months, and that would be considered a long time by some people, but for Arthur, it was as if his mother had just died yesterday. Why was his father moving on so quickly?
Wait. Don't jump to conclusions, he told himself. Maybe that sound coming from the room isn't the result of sex. Maybe he's having a therapy session? No way. Best to check it out and see for himself.
Arthur traveled the short distance between his room and his father's room (formerly parents' room). He turned the doorknob and it was locked. Shit.
A strange feeling came over him and he looked at the doorknob. He tried again and this time it opened. Maybe he didn't turn it fully the first time.
On the bed, hands roving over each other, hips thrusting eagerly together, mouths locked in deep kissing, was his father and a woman who looked somewhat like his mother - no, it WAS his mother. How the fuck?
Ned's eyes glanced briefly in his direction and he sprang apart from this wife in shock. "Shizzes! Arthur. What are you doing in here? How'd you get in here anyway? I thought I locked the door."
"No, you didn't. The door was open."
His mother was not as shocked as his father. She looked at him with bedroom eyes still glowing in heat.
Ned said, "Don't lie, Arthur. Did you pick the lock or do something to the door so you could spy on your mother and I? That's very sick."
Rebecca put a placating hand on her husband's shoulder. "It's late, Ned. Maybe Arthur accidentally stumbled into the room in a sleepwalking state. How about that, Arthur? Did you come in here by accident?" She gave him a look that suggested that he go along with her guess. Arthur nodded. "Yes, I did. I'm sorry."
Ned rolled his eyes and said, "You're not a baby anymore, son. You're a teenager, sixteen years of age." Both he and his wife were naked on top of the bed sheets, but he talked to his son like they were in the living room having a family discussion. "We love you, Arthur. Go back to your room."
"I just have a question," said Arthur.
Rebecca absentmindedly pushed a lock of hair from her breasts. Not because she wanted to show off more of herself to her son, but maybe because it felt itchy on her sensitive tits? Arthur couldn't tell. He asked, "How did mom come back? She's suppo-she's-she died, didn't she? Am I crazy?"
His parents gave him slightly puzzled looks and gave each other the same look. Looking at Arthur with a softer expression, Ned said, "Son, we don't know what you're asking of us, but we will always look out for you as long as we live."
Rebecca nodded and smiled a sweet reassuring smile at her son. This did nothing to ease the confusion in Arthur's mind. How the heck is mom still alive? A fundamental rule is being broken and my world doesn't make sense anymore. It's even more crazy than if she had stayed dead. No. It's late and I'm dreaming. I'm sleepwalking.
He slapped himself. Ouch. "Why did you do that, Arthur?" asked his mother. She got up out of the bed, nude as the day she was born. Walking over to him, she took his hand and led him to the doorway of the bedroom. She said, "I'll take our teenaged baby back to his room, Ned."
"Okay, honey. I'll be waiting for you. We should always finish what we start."
"Always," she said with a lustful grin on her face. Her expression changed to one of motherly care and affection as she led Arthur back to his room. She tucked him in and sat on the side of the bed, looking down at him. The bedside lamp became dim on its own somehow, but Arthur was more focused on studying his mother's nude curves and contours in the soft, low glow: face, shoulders, breasts, tummy, navel, pussy, legs, ass.
This was weird - his mother naked and tucking him in. He hadn't been tucked in since he was eleven. And when she used to tuck him in, she was always decently covered. Now that she's broken the rule of not coming back from the dead, I guess she can break the rule of always being appropriately clothed in front of her son. Weird, thought Arthur.
She said, "You want me to sing you a lullaby, Arthur?"
"You never sung me a lullaby, mom."
"Do you want me to sing you one now?" She stroked his hair.
"I don't know about you, but that would embarrass me, even though no one else is around to hear."
"Maybe I could hum something?"
What the fuck? Eh, whatever. "Okay, mom. That would be fine with me."
She smiled, softly stroking his chest under the covers, and started to hum a classic sentimental tune. She never had a great voice, but now her voice was the most melodious sound he had ever heard.
Her left hand worked its way down, stroking around and moving ever downward to his stomach, navel, and pubic area. Her right hand stroked his face, neck, chin, hair, and gently softly touching his ears in a most erogenous way. Arthur felt relaxed and excited at the same time. He was falling asleep and coming fully awake simultaneously. Rebecca's voice floated softly around the room and had a magical effect on her son. Even when she stopped humming, he could hear it somehow, maybe in the back of his head, but it was there.
Rebecca kissed him on the forehead and spoke softly, "I would never leave you, Arthur. You don't have to be afraid. Mommy's not going anywhere." Her breasts were lovely as she lingered over him. They dropped perfectly onto his chest, her nipples pushed up against her boobs like soft rubber buttons as they pressed nicely against his torso.
Her right hand now cupped the back of his head and she kissed him more on his forehead. Her kisses were becoming more heavy and wet against his skin. He could feel it.
Her tongue flicked briefly against his forehead as she continued to pepper him with kisses. Her breasts swayed gently to and fro, rubbing delicately, titillatingly on his chest, while her left hand pulled down his boxers and began fondling his cock and balls.
Maybe I should be the one to act normally in this time of weirdness, thought Arthur. He said, "Uh, mom. You've succeeded in making me sleepy. Thanks. You can go back to dad now. I'll fall asleep as soon as you step out of my room, I promise. I won't wake up until tomorrow morning." He gave her a reassuring smile to reinforce the meaning behind his words.
Rebecca smiled, "Let's make sure you do fall asleep." She half laid herself out on top of him, resting on his upper body, her face nuzzled against the side of his face and neck. Her hand made his cock go hard. She slowly began to knead and rub it between her fingers. She kissed and playfully nibbled on Arthur's ear.
Arthur heard the softest whisper from her into his ear, "Let's play this game where you think I'm dead and let's say that I did die. But now I'm back, all of a sudden. You want to spend a lot of time with me. Why would that be, Arthur? Ten points for guessing the correct answer."
He answered, eyes focused on the ceiling, "Because I missed you."
"Did you miss me a lot or just a little?"
"At first, I thought I missed you a lot. But now that you're here, I don't miss you as much as I did."
There was a pleading sadness and demand in her voice as she asked, "Why is that?"
Arthur looked at her beautiful face in the soft dim yellow glow of the bedside lamp. "You broke a very big rule, mom. You came back from the dead. And you act like you just came back from a vacation. It doesn't make sense to me."
Rebecca adjusted herself so she was fully on the bed and snugly pressed against her son's left side. Her hands left his cock and stroked up to his abdomen. She studied his chest and asked, "You really do think I died, don't you?" Her other hand stroked his hair softly. It felt so good to Arthur.
"Yes, I do, and it really bugs me."
She stopped stroking him and said, "I'm sorry about that, Arthur." She got off his bed and walked softly to his door. Looking back, she said, "Here's a scary thought, son: If I really did die and have come back, my continued presence may be dependent on your wanting me to be here. Simply put, you should want me to stay."
Arthur was feeling deeply stressed out, even though he knew he shouldn't be. Hell, his mother was back! He should be rejoicing, not questioning this bizarre miracle. Yet, he needed to rationalize it. Without a good reason, her resurrection was - he shivered - disagreeable to him. He wanted her back so bad and she was back, but he couldn't take her back like this. Where was the raison d'aitre [please forgive the author if this is a misspelling/misuse of the term]?
She waited in the doorway, maybe expecting a response from her son, but he was at a loss. Even saying 'good night' did not click into his mind. Arthur looked at her for a long moment. She seemed to tense up, anticipating the words that would come out of his mouth. Perhaps an affirmation of her presence and positive note to go to sleep on.
But all Arthur could manage was a half-choking, "Why are you here, mom? Why have you come back?"
Rebecca closed her eyes and tears rolled down her beautiful face. She wiped them away and said an inaudible 'good night', turning to walk down the hallway to her and her husband's room. There was the most intense emotional hurt apparent on her face. She stood just outside the door, softly weeping, before entering the room to be with her husband who was ready to fuck her brains out. His embrace and love managed to take away most of the pain. And after twenty minutes with him, she forgot what the hurt was about and even the hurt itself disappeared. All pain and traces of it gone.
Meanwhile, in Arthur's room, he sobbed heavily into his pillow, saying over and over again, "I'm sorry, mom. I'm so sorry. I want you to stay. Please, stay, mom. Don't go away. Don't. Just stay. Please, stay forever."
Before drifting off to peaceful slumber, he sob-sighed, "I love you, mom. Never leave. Stay."
---> Chapter Two
Two hours later, it was 3:01 AM. Arthur woke up and looked at the clock. His throat was dry.
Returning to his room after a trip to the kitchen for water, he got back into bed. Only a few seconds from drifting off to dreamland and he heard the faintest knock on his door.
His mind kicked back to full gear in one second. Arthur said, "Mom."
Did he actually hear the knock or was that his imagination? From a desire to have a second chance at saying the right words to the woman who gave birth to him and had returned from the dead to make everything all right?
Three seconds passed and it was more than he could bear. It was as if the situation was asking him if he wanted the knock he heard to have actually happened, or to be an impulsive figment of his imagination. At that moment, a great will burst upward from his inner most being like a hot geyser. No, I did not imagine it. There really was a knock. (Okay. Acceptable.) And it was definitely mom. (Highly questionable. Crazy even. Mom is dead.)
Arthur repeated his desire: It was mom. She wanted to come into his room. "Come in, mom."
She opened the door slightly, and he heard her soft lovely voice say, "Arthur? Are you awake?" It had been her, of course. Of course! Mom wanted to see me. Why should Death try to argue? Or common knowledge for that matter? Fuck them both.
"Yes, mom. Come in."
She opened the door wide enough to step in and closed it behind her.
Arthur asked, "Do you want me to turn on the light?"
"Only to the lowest brightness, dear."
He did and she approached his bed. In the soft dim glow of the bedside lamp, Arthur could see that Rebecca was naked as before, but she seemed more polished and radiant somehow and smelled of exotic flowers. The visual and occipital stimuli got into his senses, making Arthur crazy for her. "You're still naked, mom."
She frowned and he grinned saying, "I like it. Would you mind if I asked you to turn around so I could see you all over?"
She smiled happily, "Not at all, baby. Here, take a look at mommy." She turned around slowly and made sure that from whatever angle he was seeing her, he would see her smile. As she turned her rear toward him, she spread her cheeks for him to see her hole and pussy. She heard him moan approval at the sight, and smiled even more.
Finally she turned to face him. Arthur said, "Mom, about what I said before. I-"
"What was that?"
"What did you say before?"
"About why you were here. You know, before you left my room?"
She smiled, confused, and shook her head, "I arrived home late from work. You never saw me last night before now. What was our conversation about?"
Arthur was even more confused. "Uh...?" He didn't say anything for ten seconds, and said, "Whatever it was I was referring to, let's say it didn't happen."
Rebecca softly rubbed the area above her pubic mound, "Of course, it didn't. You're so full of nonsense sometimes, Arthur."
He grinned sheepishly and locked his gaze onto her hand rubbing her pussy. "You feeling itchy there, mom?"
"What?" She looked down at her hand and blushed, "Maybe a little bit. Want to help me?"
"I've got some special cream and I'm really excited to know if it works. It's supposed to instantly heal abrasions, itchiness, rashes, and some other stuff I forgot about."
She smiled and came toward him, closer to the bed. Arthur flung off his covers and checked the drawer of his bedside table. He took out a light blue plastic bottle and pulled off the transparent plastic cap. Squirting a white creamy substance onto the palm of his hand, he gestured his mother to come closer. She went to him and sat down on his bed.
Rebecca took the cream from his hand. He said, "What?" And she told him, "Take off your bed clothes first. I'm not going to let a handsome young man rub cream on me while I'm naked and he's not. That would be bad manners."
"You're right, mom." He stripped off his boxers and thin t-shirt. She put the cream back in his hand and he told her to move to the middle of the bed and lay her head on his pillow. She did and he got on one side of her. Taking the cream in two fingers, he rubbed the white healing substance nicely on her bald pussy. It felt wonderful to be doing this and Arthur thought maybe his mother was enjoying it too because she moaned and said, "Ohh, thank you, son. Rub it on my pussy."
The cream was the type that did an instant job and evaporated in seconds. "Does that make it feel better now?"
Rebecca nodded, "Yes. I feel much better. Great, actually. Do you want to rub some on my tits?"
"Are your tits itchy too?"
"No, but I like having you rub cream on me."
"I like rubbing cream on you too, mom."
They smiled at each other and she reached out to pull his face to hers, kissing him long on the lips - a kiss that was definitely beyond motherly.
Since the cream had no negative side effects as far as rubbing it on skin went, Arthur saw nothing wrong with pleasuring his mother with his rubbing hands. He squirted a larger amount of cream onto his hand and rubbed both his hands together. Now he could get both hands on her tits simultaneously.
It seemed like a long journey getting his hands to her breasts, but when they finally touched down on the soft orbs' surfaces with a hard nipple nudging each palm, he felt like he had crossed over from Earth to Heaven. Arthur smoothly rubbed his open palms all over her glorious twin globes. Rebecca sighed and heaved her chest outward, making her breasts more available for him, wanting more of his handy attention on her boobs.
He gave it to her, all that she wanted and needed, fondling, squeezing, pressing, kneading, and manipulating her boobs in every pleasurably possible way. And when the sensations reached a climax that went straight from her breasts to her brain like a high voltage electrical charge, she leaned forward to hold her son's face and kiss him deeply for five minutes while his hands continued to grasp and grapple with her gorgeous boobs.
Rebecca broke their kiss and smiled sweetly at her son. "How was that kiss?"
"Amazing, mom. Everything about you is amazing."
"Well, I want you to do something amazing for me."
"My pussy is itchy on the inside so could you squirt some of that cream onto your cock - it's really the most suitable tool for the job - and push it in and rub it all around inside my pussy? It will be like you're fucking me, well, actually, you will be fucking me, but that's okay, isn't it?"
"How about I just fuck you without the cream and then pump some of my own personal cream into your pussy? Would that work?"
Rebecca randomly traced her forefinger on Arthur's chest and nodded, "I think that would be the best treatment for my pussy. Let me just lubricate your cock first." She made him lie back and bent forward to take his cock into her mouth. She sucked and sucked for twenty three minutes before getting up and laying back, her head on his pillow.
Arthur moved himself between her legs and she parted them to allow him to go in closer. Holding his hard cock, slippery with her saliva, he went forward and pressed it against her pussy lips. She beamed a happily lustful smile through the wonderfully dim light.
They both heard the most wonderful, soft, slippery sound of flesh entering flesh when Arthur pushed his cock in all the way to his pelvic base, filling his mother's vagina perfectly. She held out motherly welcoming arms to him and he fell into her embrace. Her knees went up as a side-guard for his body, while he felt the natural need to move his cock in and out of her pussy. They embraced and kissed like lovers, Arthur pumping down and forward into her and Rebecca gracefully humped hips upward to facilitate a good deep enjoyable drilling.
They fucked for an hour and a half, collectively climaxing twelve times. Rebecca left his room after giving him a good night kiss on the forehead.
---> Chapter Three
The next day was Monday. Arthur went to school and attended his first class for that day which was Math.
His classmate Joey told him there was a new teacher and a new student in class, but both of them hadn't arrived yet. The class started one minute late. The new teacher introduced herself to them. Her name was Mrs. Miller. But Arthur also knew her as his mother, Rebecca Wilson.
Arthur was shocked and looked around. No one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. He looked right behind him and noticed that there was a new girl in his class. She must be the new student who just recently transferred into school. She smiled at Arthur and he almost fainted. She was Rebecca too. Arthur thought, Fuck me.
"The first lesson I would like to teach in this class is measurement of the dimensions of solid objects. If you turn to page 114, you will see a list of formulas for measuring the dimensions of different solid-shaped objects. I believe you've finished with this part of the book with my predecessor Mr. Owens and were about to move on to the next chapter, but let me test your skills by having you measure an object in this class. I want all the boys to move your seats next to a girl."
There were thirteen boys and thirteen girls in this class so no one was left without. The boys moved their seats so each one was now sitting closely beside a girl. Arthur paired himself with Rebecca or whatever she called herself. He asked her and she said her name was Rebecca - what a coincidence.
Mrs. Miller said, "I want all you boys to calculate the dimensions of the girl's breasts closest to you." Arthur almost jumped out of his seat. Everybody else was calm, some of them even smiling. Mrs. Miller continued, "You will not use a calculator or pen and paper to calculate the full dimensions of the girl's breasts. All calculations must be done in your head and you must use your mouth to suck on her tits to receive the required data for your calculations. Girls, please remove your tops and bare your breasts for your male classmates to examine."
The girls obediently removed their tops and so did Rebecca. She was a milf in the midst of a class of teenagers. No one seemed bothered by that and neither did she. She wore a short black skirt and white buttoned top, just like the school girls in those pornographic videos wore before taking it all off and getting fucked by the naughty teachers. There was no bra, just the shirt and round glamorous tits underneath. They flopped out invitingly and Arthur looked around to see the other boys already sucking on tits. Boob-sucking sounds filled the air in the classroom as the boys sucked and some even managed to extract fresh teen milk.
Arthur got a lot of milk from his mother/classmate. She sat there smiling as he leaned over from his seat and suckled on the soft round flesh. Her nipples were perfect milk outlets, letting the nourishing fluid flow almost uninhibited from her mammary glands right into his mouth.
For a good long time, the boys were allowed to suck and 'calculate' the dimensions. Mrs. Miller announced, "Okay, so the boys did measurements on irregular spherical objects, in this case, the girls' breasts. Now I would like the girls to show me their skills in geometry by measuring irregular cylindrical objects, and that will be the boys' cocks. Girls, please rise from your seats and get on your knees. Boys, rise from your seats, unfasten your lower clothing and pull them down to just above shoe level. Stand upright while the girls commence calculation of your penis dimensions. This will involve cock-sucking."
For the remainder of the class time, the boys had their cocks sucked terrifically by the girls who mentally calculated the dimensions. Rebecca made Arthur cum nine times, her gorgeous eyes looking upward and locked onto his, while he watched her fill her mouth with his cock and suck it magnificently.
As the students filed out of class, Arthur heard highly positive comments such as "That class rocked!" and "I never enjoyed Math class as much as I did today."
An announcement came over the PA system. "Arthur Wilson, please make your way to the principal's office right away." It was repeated again as Arthur walked in the direction of the office he had only been in once.
When he entered the office, he saw that the name on the principal's desk was the same, but the person wasn't. It was his mother again. What happened? Did she marry the principal, Mr. Clarke.
Principal Clarke gestured for him to sit down. "Arthur, I have heard some troubling reports that you have been indecently exposing yourself to girls in the hallway." Arthur shook his head, "I've never done such a thing in school before, Mrs. Clarke."
"So you are saying that these complaints are false accusations?"
"Yes, Mrs. Clarke. Uh, may I ask what your first name is?"
"It's Rebecca, but you must always refer to me respectfully as Mrs. Clarke. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Clarke."
"Very good. I also understand that you've been using a strange weapon to cause a little bit of discomfort to a few of the female staff. I must ask you to hand over this weapon to me, though it is not a dangerous one, it is my duty to confiscate it."
"I have no weapons, Mrs. Clarke."
"Must I perform a search on your person, Arthur?"
"No, there's no need because there is no weapon on me."
Mrs. Clarke shook her head and rubbed her forehead, "Fine." She got up and went around her desk to where Arthur sat. She pushed his chair back and zipped open his zipper. Fuck. A large bright red cock sprang out of his pants. It was hard and so big that it curved to the left midway. It was his cock, but not like he had seen it before. Holy shit, I'm Hellboy XXX, thought Arthur.
The principal grabbed it and squeezed his shaft. Giving him a sharp look, she said, "To separate you from this weapon would mean your death, Arthur, and I can't have that on my conscience. What I'm going to do is confiscate you and your weapon in my office for three hours today. During this period, I am going to devote my full attention to rehabilitating you so you do not abuse others and the members of your body." Arthur wondered how that would work out, but didn't have long to be curious.
The principal stripped off all her clothing, leaving on only her shiny, black, stiletto-heeled shoes. She commanded Arthur to remove all his clothing as well. As he followed her instruction, she cleared the top of her desk and sat herself up on it. "Your cock needs to be repeatedly immersed inside my pussy before I let you walk the halls of this school. It is for the safety of everyone. Now come over here and get a good fucking from your principal."
Arthur obeyed and soon found himself in her moist lovely heaven. Being in her made him forget about the incredible size and color of his dick. She lay back slightly and contracted her vaginal muscles expertly around his cock as he plowed back and forth into her depths. Reaching out to him, Arthur supported her shoulder while she clutched his upper arm. She opened her legs more and wrapped them around his waist. He held her upper torso, thumbs pressing her nipples like cell phone buttons, and rammed his big long red rod into her pussy for a thousand times, cumming over and over again without needing to rest. Maybe having a cock like this wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Principal Clarke/Rebecca cried out in ecstasy as they journeyed into the final few minutes of the confiscation period she had set for Arthur. He kept up his pace and climaxed, and soon after, felt her liquid wave of relief sweep over his shaft. She laid back straight on the desk and looked at him. "Oh, Arthur, you've got such a great cock. I'm not supposed to be doing this to you, so could we keep this a secret?"
He smiled and said, "Only if we get to do this for the rest of the school year." She moved her eyebrows up and down, "You're going to be a bad student, always getting into trouble, and I'll be constantly seeing you here in my office. Okay?"
"Glad you like it. I do too, and need it." She sat up and kissed him desperately for two minutes before sending him away with a quick groping of his cock.
---> Chapter Four
Alyssa, a girl one year his junior, approached Arthur after the final bell at school had rung. She said, "Rebecca, the new girl, is inviting you to this dance club. She and her friends will be there in two hours time. She really likes you." Alyssa handed him a piece of paper with an address on it. He thanked her and went home to get ready.
When Arthur arrived at the dance club, he saw Rebecca and three of her pals sitting at the booth. He went over and Rebecca got up to give him a kiss. "Hey, Arthur. Thanks for coming. Ready to do some more coming?" The other girls laughed and Arthur turned red.
His cock had somehow managed to revert back to its normal average state: white and a little bit pink on the edges.
"Let's go dance," said Rebecca after five minutes of aimless booth talk. She took Arthur by the hand and led him to the center of the dance floor. The lights made him dizzy and he had to work at staying upright on his feet.
Bodies moved and twisted to a psychotic techno beat. Most likely some foreign DJ. The local DJs never got him this horny. Or maybe it was the fact that Rebecca kept bumping her ass into his crotch and grinding her pussy too in the same place. Through the wild flashing lights, Arthur saw her mouth move as she placed both arms over his shoulders and humped her pussy against his bulging pants. He thought she mouthed, "I want you." He corrected his guess when he definitely saw her mouth, "I want you so bad."
Arthur responded by taking more charge of her, holding her possessively against him and grinding his hardness up against her and into her ass. She bit her lip and smiled in pleasure. They grind-danced into each other for ten minutes before Rebecca said, "Arthur, I love you and we're definitely going to fuck some time soon, but could you dance with Alyssa? She doesn't have a boyfriend and has been so for over a year. I really like her because she's a real friend."
Arthur said, "What if she gets carried away?"
"I'm hoping she will. She needs to let loose. Give her as much as you can and want. You have my 100 percent approval."
"Okay." They separated and Rebecca waved Alyssa over and whispered something into her ear. Alyssa smiled and nodded. She came over to where Arthur was and danced with him.
Alyssa was a nice light brunette with golden eyes. As the music switched to something more slow, she danced closer to Arthur until they were rubbing pelvises. She gave him a questioning look as if asking, "Are you cool with this?" He answered the unasked question by claiming her nicely shaped rear pushing firmly against him until he could feel her radiating heat under her clothing.
She looked relieved and soon got more focused in making the most of their hot proximity. Alyssa began grinding her pelvis wonderfully over Arthur's hard-on. He brought his face lower to hers and they kissed, both of them stealing a glance toward Rebecca who was dancing with a couple of boys and her other friends. She gave them a wink and proceeded to have fun where she was.
Alyssa closed her eyes and put more of her tongue into Arthur's mouth. He squeezed her buttocks and humped his hard-on into her pubic region. After two minutes of that pleasure, she turned and grind-danced her rump against his cock, while he put his arms around her waist, letting his hands wander to rub her pubic junction, leaving no question as to what he would be doing if they weren't in a dance club and their clothes weren't in the way.
When Arthur saw people begin to get wilder and clothes started falling off, he asked Alyssa if she wanted to loose a few pieces with him. She nodded, "Sure, let's do it." Her underwear came off first. Now he could feel her pussy without any hindrance. He also managed to penetrate her anus with his middle finger when she ground herself against him.
They were behind everyone else in their progress. The music was now insane and yet so appropriate and catalytic to the mood and intentions in the dance hall. Breasts, asses, cocks, and pussies were getting exposed more and more by the numbers every minute. Soon everyone was naked. Arthur and Alyssa discarded the last of their clothing ten minutes after everyone else did theirs.
Naked bodies bumped and ground into each other, but that didn't last too long. The dance floor became a fuck floor and out of nowhere, club personnel brought forth and rolled out large rubber mats that canvassed the entire floor area.
Rebecca was engaged in a threesome with a friend of hers and a man in his twenties. The friend had her tongue in Rebecca's pussy while the man stood over them both and fucked her mouth with his cock. She gave Arthur a thumbs up when he turned to see what she was doing. He waved at her.
Alyssa pulled Arthur down with her and he kissed her deeply for a while before groping her pussy and making them lie down on a mat for a spooning fuck. She yelled as he invaded her vagina, drilling it with his hard meat. There was yelling and moaning coming from everywhere on the dance floor/fuck floor.
Arthur bound her hands behind her and pumped her pussy from behind for fifteen minutes before letting her arms go, resorting then to clasping her breasts and continuing his forward pummeling into her soft wonderful pussy. They fucked for almost an hour before they happily agreed to quit and get a few drinks down their throats.
When they sat in the boot and had drank a good deal, Rebecca came and said in a playfully jealous tone, "Hey, Alyssa, you fucked my boyfriend before I got the chance to."
Alyssa played along, "Sorry, Beck, couldn't wait. My pussy needed some cock attention."
Rebecca downed a soft drink and mounted Arthur's lap in the booth. They were all naked and sweaty. Arthur kissed her tummy and boobs before she guided him to her face and started humping her cunt on his meat rod while they kissed deeply. Rebecca bounced vigorously on Arthur's cock for two hours before dismounting and giving them all a ride home in a rented limo.
---> Chapter Five
The psychiatrist's name was Dr. Hale, but she was also exactly like Rebecca, his mother.
"You're saying that something is wrong with the world you're in? Well, something is always wrong with the world. Death, disease, famine, war, global warming, bad economy, the list just goes on forever. You have to be specific."
Arthur said, "Everywhere I go, I see my mother."
"What's your mother's name?"
"Rebecca. She died more than six months ago, but she's back all of a sudden, and everywhere in my life."
"Back from the dead? That is very wrong."
"Yeah, and get this: you are also my mother and your name is probably Rebecca."
"You could have gotten my first name from a list out in the foyer or from a card one of my clients gave you."
"No. It's just that you're my mother and she's everywhere I go."
"Are you obsessed about your mother in any way, Arthur?"
"No... I mean, I missed her a lot when she died, but now she's back and my life is crazy. Not crazy in a bad way, but just crazy in a crazy way, know what I mean?"
"You must be suffering from some psychological trauma. One you haven't completely recovered from. I'm going to recommend you take some medication."
Arthur sighed and muttered, "Ask me a question."
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Ask me a question that you know for sure will prove that I have a mental problem or whatever."
"Okay... Is your mother in this room?"
"Yes, you are."
"There, I've proved it."
"Ask another question."
"Alright. Outside this office, in the waiting room, is your mother there?"
"There was no one there when I came in. Just the reception lady. Maybe she is. Maybe the reception lady turned into her."
"That's very... wild, Arthur, and impossible."
He laughed and said, "Not anymore."
A knock came from the door. A woman stepped in - his mother.
"Look, I was right! Don't you see, doctor? She's my mother."
The woman shook her head as if dismissing a grumbling child. She showed and ID. She was a detective in the police department. "I'm Detective Darinsky. Good morning, Doctor Hale. I would like to speak with you in private, if you don't mind."
Rebecca/Dr. Hale slammed her hand on her leather chair and said, "Yes, I do mind. Can't you see I'm in the middle of a doctor-patient session here? Wait outside."
"I'm afraid I can't wait. You've been implicated in the murder of your husband and your son has come forward to testify against you on charges of child abuse."
"Detective Darinsky, please leave this room."
"Doctor Hale, either you make time right now to go down to the station with me, or I drag you there in cuffs." She produced shiny new handcuffs from her back pocket.
Dr. Hale got up from her seat and stood face to face with the detective. Their uncanny resemblance did not seem to register. Nothing odd about his mother seemed to register as odd with people in this new life of Arthur's.
He got in between them and said, "Detective, I have a serious mental condition. Want to hear it?"
"It sounds incredible, but just hear me. Somehow, I can create instances of my mother and have them appear anywhere in my life. I have no control over this, but I believe it has something to do with me. I'm here with Doctor Hale to figure out what's going on exactly and how I can be... cured. However, she does not believe me, as I believe you do too."
Dt. Darinsky said, "You do have a serious mental condition, boy. But you're going to have to find a new doctor to work out your issues, 'cause I'm taking this doctor in."
The policewoman slapped the handcuffs on the psychiatrist. Arthur glared at them and finally spoke. "Okay. I say you're both nowhere near sexually attracted to me."
They looked at each other and Dr. Hale said, "There are no sexual thoughts about you in my head, and I believe the detective here is the last woman on Earth who would find you sexually interesting."
Dt. Darinsky nodded, "Agreed. You need help, kid."
A manic grin came over Arthur's face, "Good. Excellent. Now I get to prove to you that I'm not lying about the weird stuff happening."
"And how will you do that?" asked Dt. Darinsky.
Arthur stripped off his clothes and sat back in the leather chair he'd been sitting in before the interruption. "Are you out of your mind, boy? That's indecent exposure. You'll be going to jail for that. I'm a cop and an eyewitness to this incident."
"Really?" Arthur laughed. "You've both managed to piss me off, so now I'm going to do more than prove the truth of my words to you. I'm going to get you to do something you never thought you would do. I'm going to turn you both into a pair of very slutty women."
"Excuse me, Doctor," said Dt. Darinsky. "I'm going to use these cuffs on this pervert first, then I'll come back and arrest you. Stand up, young man. We're going down to the station, and I'm ordering you to put your clothes back on."
"Suck my dick," said Arthur with an eerie intensity.
Dt. Darinsky frowned. She dropped the cuffs. Dr. Hale gasped, "What's wrong?" She could feel the power, but had no idea what it was, other than the fact that it was all wrong and very frightening.
Dt. Darinsky stripped off her clothing and was naked. She knelt and sucked Arthur's cock hungrily. Arthur moaned and grabbed her hair. Then he looked at the psychiatrist and smiled, "How do you believe me now?"
"Arthur, whatever it is you're doing, stop it!"
"What? Is there a law against this woman sucking my cock? Maybe there is, but isn't there also an unwritten law that prohibits months-old corpses from coming back to life? That law got broken days ago. And other laws have been broken after that. They're just happening and nobody's doing anything to stop it. I think I should just go with the flow. Why complain? I have an endless supply of my mother to fuck for the rest of my life. She can be anybody, any number of times. She can provide for all my needs. If I want her to be a millionairess, even a billionairess, it will be so. I'm set for life!"
"Arthur, you're not making any sense. Your condition is deteriorating really fast. I suggest you take the medication I'm prescribing you right now."
"No. You removed your clothes. Take it all off."
She did as she was told and he willed her terror to disappear, but let all other emotions remain active. "How can you do this?"
"I only just got control of it, but I don't know. Maybe it was my obsession. Can obsession be the key to locking vast unknown power in a human being. Are there other emotional-behavioral aspects of human nature that are linked with supernatural abilities? I'm no scientist. Maybe you should figure it out. But first, I wanna see some nude female wrestling."
By psychic command, the two women grappled and tackled each other in the office. Rebecca/Hale chopped Rebecca/Darinsky's pussy. They got into another ball of arms and legs. Rebecca/Darinsky shoved her fist deep into Rebecca/Hale's anus. She screamed and clawed at the policewoman, managing to pull and squeeze the other woman's breast. Rebecca/Hale fisted Rebecca/Darinsky's pussy and she moaned, letting her fist slip out of her look-alike's asshole.
The two went into another rolling, tackling, twisting session. Arthur got bored and mentally ordered them to suck his cock and ride him one after the other consecutively for five hours straight. When that was done the time was 5 PM. He let them have their minds back, but had no idea how to make them disappear, so they went back to their lives, whether imagined subconsciously by Arthur or not.
He went back home and dozed off to sleep on the living room couch. He had a dream that his father was still single, but happy.
---> Chapter Six
Arthur awoke feeling very refreshed, but so very tired in the best way. He had never felt like this before in his life. It was a good feeling. Then another good, though surprising, feeling hit him.
He was happy and sad. A soulful sadness. Not crying like a baby at his mother's funeral. Not wishing she could come back. He was over her. He missed her, but didn't want her to come back.
A woman came from the kitchen and gasped when she saw Arthur. She was blonde and blue-eyed. Beautiful in a way that was different from his mother. She said, "Hi." Then she ran out of the living room and called for his father to come.
Ned came into the house and rushed to his son. "Oh boy, you're alive, my son. Alive, awake! Thank heaven."
"What happened, Dad? Is everything okay?"
"Oh, you wouldn't know what you put me and Hannah through. Arthur, you were in a strange comatose state for a month. We tried to wake you up, but nothing worked. Brought doctors from all over the place and they all recommended that you didn't need the hospital. You just needed to stay here where you fell asleep. That was the longest sleep ever." He hugged his son fiercely. "How are you feeling?"
"Um, okay. Pretty good, actually."
Ned laughed cheerfully, "That's fantastic. Oh, I'm sorry. While you were out, I was keeping busy on the romantic front. This is Hannah, your stepmother, my new wife."
She gave Arthur a big warm hug. "Welcome back, Arthur. I've been wanting you to wake up for a long time, with your dad here."
"So glad you're back, son."
"Just one question, dad."
"Sure, hell, ask a hundred questions if you want."
Ned turned to say to Hannah, "Poor boy. Must be a slight case of amnesia as a result of his long sleep. He's a bit out of sync." Turning back to face Arthur, he said, "You know your mom passed away due to cancer. We had a nice funeral for her?"
Arthur felt like a hundred tonne weight was taken off his shoulders. Relief. "Yeah, dad. Of course, I do. Just making sure."
Ned made a crazy gesture, "Okay." And he laughed, embracing Arthur again.
---> Chapter Seven
The following night, Arthur lay awake in his room. It was 11 PM.
A knock came from his door. "Come in."
Hannah walked into his room naked, her sexy body revealed in the magical orange dim glow of the bedside lamp. She went to him and sat down beside him on the bed. Moving down his covers, Hannah asked, "Could I sleep in your bed with you tonight, Arthur?"
"Yes, you may."
She placed a hand on Arthur's chest and gave him a serious lustful look. "Do you want to make love to me, Arthur?"
Arthur sat up and patted the mattress beside him. She moved to the indicated spot and he stripped off his clothing. Looking at his cock, she took and applied her hand to it. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want to make love to me, Arthur?"
He reached behind her and stroked her back, all the way up to her neck and shoulder, giving her a thoughtful look. "I'd love to, but could we have a group sex?"
She smiled and said, "I don't think group sex would fit on this bed."
"There's a large mattress on the floor." She looked and saw that there was. "Hmm. But where's the group to have sex with? There's only two of us, Arthur."
Arthur smiled and Hannah got goosebumps as she sensed his psychic power reverberate through the fabric of reality in that room.
From the darkness under his bed, three figures materialized and crawled out, standing up to reveal themselves in the glow of the lamp: a Hannah and two Rebeccas, wonderfully naked and ready for sex. They smiled at the two people on the bed.
Arthur said to Hannah, "Meet your new friends."
She saw them and grinned, "Cool."
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