My muscles tensed while I thought of how Mom knew I fantasized about her. “O..Okay,” I stammered, fearing the worst.
“Since Drake died, you’ve done everything possible to ease my pain. I loved your father and adored our time together, but I’m better now and don’t need so much attention. You’ve sacrificed enough to take care of me. A young woman somewhere needs a thoughtful, caring man like yourself in her life. I wish you’d start dating again and get out more.”
A wave of relief washed over me, realizing that Mom didn’t want to discuss my masturbatory session. Although she acted like she wanted me to venture out, her eyes signaled a different desire. “I don’t see you going out much either, Mom. Many men would jump at the chance of dating a beautiful woman like you. As far as I’m concerned, I’m happy where I’m at in life and want to take it slow.”
Her face brightened, hearing my answer. “I’m happy, too. I guess we’re a couple of homebodies. Remember what I said – a woman deserves someone special like you.”
As she lowered her head and leaned more of her weight into me, I felt her vulnerability and need for comfort. Without hesitation, I moved my hand from her shoulder to her hair, feeling the soft, silky strands between my fingers. I began massaging her scalp, using gentle circular motions to ease her tension and calm her down. As she relaxed in my embrace, I knew that our bond was growing stronger and deeper.
“You’re only making me more convinced that you’re a real catch,” she moaned. “Your fingers are pure magic. You know how to make me happy.” As she hummed contentedly, I continued to caress her in the same way she used to when I was a child and felt upset.
Suddenly, she looked up at me with a soft expression on her face. “When you told me I was beautiful,” she whispered, “did you really mean it?”
I paused for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes, and then spoke from my heart. “Of course, I meant it,” I said with a smile. “Your beauty radiates from the inside out. Our conversations always leave me feeling inspired and your smile has the power to light up any room. And, if I may be so bold, you have a strikingly beautiful appearance that could easily land you a modeling contract.”
As I finished speaking, I felt a flush of embarrassment spread across my cheeks at my sentimental outburst. But when I looked at her face and saw the genuine pleasure and surprise in her expression, I knew that my words had touched her heart. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, and I worried that I might have made her uncomfortable.
To break the uneasiness, I added, “And let’s not forget about the amazing job you did raising your son. You’re an incredible mother, and it shows in the way he turned out.”
At my words, she let out a soft, musical giggle and croaked out a reply. “Thank you, Evan. I appreciate your kind words. And I have to admit, I’m pretty proud of my son, too.” With that, the tension between us dissipated, and we settled back to watching our movie.
At the show’s conclusion, Mom hugged me and departed to her bedroom. It wasn’t long before I was prone in bed, stroking my cock and reliving the intimate moments with my mother. Not wanting to repeat the previous night’s mistake, I had a pile of tissues beside me to mop up my messy load. My orgasm was near when Gran’s voice entered my head again. “Stick it to your mother, Evan. Fuck her good.”
Out of curiosity, I slowly opened my eyelids. A hazy, translucent shape formed at the bottom of my bed. My hand ceased stroking, while the image solidified into my grandmother, dressed in one of the blouse-skirt combinations I had often seen her wear. Her bob-cut hairstyle was the same as Mom’s, but darker brown,
almost black. It had been years since I had seen her, but she looked as I had remembered. Thinking I was hallucinating due to my sexually heightened state, I briefly closed my eyes and hesitated before opening them again. She was still there.
“Grandma?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t answer and fade away. “Yes, Evan. It’s me,” she answered.
“You’re a ghost? You died a long time ago. Have you been here since your death?”
She chuckled, “How observant of you. I’ve been here off and on, but I make sure I visit during the time surrounding your parents’ anniversary. I loved both of them so much, and the event draws me back each year.”
As my cock softened during our conversation, I shyly grabbed the edge of the sheets to cover myself.
“Stop, Evan,” Grandma ordered. “It’s perfectly normal for a young man to fantasize about his mother, especially one as smoking hot as Emily, your mother.”
I ceased movement but wasn’t about to continue stroking my cock in front of my grandmother.
“Close your eyes and visualize your mother kissing you. Let me take care of your problem,” she whispered seductively.
Without question, I followed her instructions and felt a refreshing cool breeze brush against my legs. Soon after, warm hands caressed my chilled flesh, erasing any discomfort. My body went from cold to hot in seconds, while Gran’s hands caressed higher until her fingers ran through my pubic hair.
“Imagine her full lips against yours,” Gran croaked. “She’s a sexy woman and would love to handle a magnificent cock like yours.” She wrapped her long, sinewy fingers around my hardening shaft and squeezed. My mind raced with my fantasy with Mom while my grandmother stroked my cock.
My hands gripped chunks of the fitted sheet, while I enjoyed Gran’s handjob. It was fifteen minutes of bliss, imagining visions of Mom squirming beneath me, while we made love. One of Gran’s hands twisted my plum-shaped knob, while her other cradled my balls. Her expert stimulation caused my cock to erupt and spray my belly with my seed. After she extracted every drop, my body relaxed, spent from my intense climax.
Watching Gran wipe up my cum with the tissues, I stated, in a puzzled tone, “I didn’t know ghosts had the ability to touch or grab onto solid objects.”
She chuckled and replied, “That’s because you’ve only heard information from people who aren’t ghosts.” Her silhouette faded
as she added, “I’m leaving, but remember what I said about your mother. She needs more than a loving, considerate man in her life. Hug her tighter and compliment her more often. Remember when she asked you whether you thought she was beautiful? She deserves to be showered with attention. Be a good grandson and obey your grandmother.”
Before I could reply, Grandma Dahlia vanished. With all that had happened, I figured I’d never get to sleep, but surprisingly, I conked out cold, waking up refreshed.
*****
Heeding Gran’s orders, I flirted and complimented Mom throughout the week, occasionally bumping and touching her. Her infectious, sexy smile, added to her instigating physical contact, made me feel good about my progress.
We spent the evenings snuggled together, watching shows. If I didn’t initiate it first, Mom directed my hand to her scalp for a massage. Our goodnight hugs increased in duration and tightness. One evening when we embraced, her bra jabbed into my chest, causing me to jerk backward.
“What’s wrong, Evan?” Mom asked perplexedly. “Is my perfume too strong?”
“No, it’s perfect. Something sharp in your bra poked me.”
“Maybe we should visit the mall and shop for some softer bras,” Mom replied, relieved it wasn’t a sour smell.
“That’s one option…” I smirked, my voice trailing off before recommending she go sans bra.
Her flushed face and cocked smile was her only reply. She quickly pivoted and pranced to her room.
The next night, I smiled wide when we hugged, and her soft, braless tits pressed into me during our embrace. Grandma didn’t reappear for the next few days. I didn’t know if my mind was playing tricks on me or if she was happy that I had obeyed her wishes and vanished into the ether.
On Friday, Mom and I celebrated the end of the week with wine and a movie. After a lengthy goodnight hug, I nestled my face against her soft neck and inhaled her fragrance. “You smell nice tonight, Mom. Different shampoo?” I asked.
She replied, “Actually, it is. I’m glad you like it.”
As I gazed at her lovely face, my attention was drawn to her full, moist lips. They looked so inviting, and I could feel the heat rising within me as I imagined kissing her. But before I could make a move, she surprised me when she suggested, “How about
we take a leisurely drive tomorrow and check out a new restaurant for dinner?”
Her unexpected proposal caught me off guard, and for a moment, my mind struggled to adjust. “Uh, sure, that sounds great,” I stammered, my heart still racing from the momentary distraction of her lips.
As we continued to talk about the details of our plan, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still looking at me with that same hungry desire.
Abruptly, she said, “Goodnight, Evan. See you in the morning,” turned and left for her room.
My cock jerked, knowing what was in store for it after the evening with Mom. Once nude on my bed, I sealed my eyelids and replayed the images from the evening. A cold breeze caused my muscles to tighten, and before looking, I knew my grandmother had shown up. “Hi, Gran. I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too, sweetie. Sorry about the chilling. It’s some kind of built-in mechanism with ghosts, and I haven’t figured out how to change it. I do know how to rectify its effects, though.”
Her warm hands stroked up and down my legs, quickly elevating my temperature. “Close your eyes and let your grandma take care of you,” she instructed, caressing my muscles. “Think of the activities you did with your mother this week.”
While holding my balls with one hand, she gripped the root of my cock with the other. Her hot breath washed over my sensitive tip before enveloping it with her mouth and descending until my bloated head hit the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft, sending pangs of pleasure through my body. My prick hadn’t ever received such an exquisite blowjob, and it was from my dead grandmother.
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