Mother raped by a ghost

"Ouch! Your sudden braking

made me lurch... Take it easy, will you?"

"Oh my god, Mom, please don't make things difficult for me! I've only had my license for a few months, and driving this far

is already way beyond my limits!"

I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, clearly annoyed. The electric scooter in

front of rode away. When she suddenly darted out from the side road, it really scared me half to death. If it weren't for her

relatively delicate features under her helmet, I would have rolled down the window and given her a piece of my mind. I looked at her long legs in

black stockings and fell into a brief reverie, only to be

interrupted by my mother sitting in the passenger seat.

"What are you daydreaming about? Watch the car!"

"Okay, okay, my dear mom..." I turned the steering wheel and swerved into the side street, still feeling a bit shaken by what

had just happened, but it was quickly washed away by my mother's nagging. She was gesturing wildly as she spoke,

quite like a woman of her age.

Actually, my mom isn't that old. At 38, she looks

like was also the object of my fantasies during my teenage years. It's rather

embarrassing to admit, but I actually got aroused by my own mother. Of course, it quickly went limp because of her nagging

.

"Watch the road! Watch the road! Don't drive too fast here. It's getting dark, remember to turn on the dashboard lights!"

My mother waved her arms impatiently, her black high heels, which covered her fleshy legs, clicking loudly.

It seems this stern mother had no idea that her exaggerated movements always lifted

the hem of her blue brocade cheongsam, revealing a little bit of her cleavage to her son. This scene kept catching my eye out of the corner of my eye,

almost making my hand, which was about to shift gears, reach for something else...

"Shift gears, shift gears! Listen to the engine!" Mom started again, but she quickly realized

a bigger problem—the car seemed to have driven to a place neither of us recognized.

"Where did you drive?" She turned to look at me. I looked at her; Mom's long, black hair seemed a little messy from

the bumpy ride. Oh, why did I have to notice that?

"I...I don't know..." I stammered, and then I got a hard pinch on the arm.

But pinching me obviously didn't solve the problem, and Mom, wearing 7cm heels, couldn't drive for me.

So, after driving around in circles, finally...

the car ran out of gas.

The good news was that I finally found a gas station before the car completely broke down; the bad news was that I had even less of

a clue where I was. Maybe the gas station attendant knew? I parked the car haphazardly

next to the gas pump and quickly got out to ask.

A self-service gas station? What's that?

After confirming several times that there were indeed no staff members here, I started trying to find my way using my own methods.

"Strange, my phone's navigation has no signal?" I shook my phone, and after confirming that the unscrupulous map app

wouldn't spout any Guo Degang's voice, I gave up on trusting artificial intelligence. It seemed I should just fill up the tank first and then

drive around slowly.

Fortunately, this self-service gas station wasn't too troublesome to use. I just needed to pay, insert the nozzle into the tank

opening, and wait. While refueling, I looked around again.

There were no signs or anything indicating the location. In fact, there weren't

many . This gas station standing there was as conspicuous as a mole on my mother's large breasts. That

analogy didn't seem very good, so I quickly shook my head to shake it out of my mind.

"Refueling complete." A mechanical female voice came. It seemed I had finished. I took out the nozzle and put it back in its place.

To remind my mother, I was about to knock on the window to let her know, but—my hand froze in mid-air. The gas station lights

were bright enough that I could at least see that there was no one in the passenger seat.

Where did Mom go?

I felt a pang of unease, but quickly calmed down: a human silhouette appeared on the back seat.

It seemed Mom was planning to lie down and rest there; after all, it was already dark. I looked up

; the sky outside the gas station canopy twinkled with stars.

But when I turned back, I froze.

The car was swaying.

Yes, the car was swaying noticeably, an amplitude clearly not

caused by a simple movement of one person in the back seat. A terrible scene flashed through my mind, so I rushed

to the back window, pressed my face against it, and saw—a shadow, a shadow, an indescribable black shadow

that almost filled my field of vision, but upon closer inspection, it vaguely outlined a human figure.

The visibility through the window was already poor, and the shadow further blurred the view inside the car.

But this blurriness didn't last long; I clearly saw two legs stretched out, beautiful leg shapes, and

faint glimpses of flesh—undoubtedly, it was my mother! Two legs stretched out in the air, then coiled around

the dark figure in front of me. The shadow suddenly seemed to take on a physical form, and my eyes,

accentuated by my mother's stockinged legs, could better discern its movements.

It was undulating?! It was undulating on my mother's body!

Oh no! I cried out inwardly, my mother was being violated! Who was this guy? When did he

get in here?!

No, this was clearly not the time to think about these things; I had to protect my mother! I tried to open the car door, but

found it locked from the inside. "Mom! Mom! You beast, let go of my mom!!" I pounded on the car window,

shouting , but the dark figure inside seemed not to hear me, continuing its piston-like movements as if nothing was happening.

Then, it shifted its body, provocatively showing me the state of my mother beneath it: Mom

Her hair was completely disheveled, her eyes were half-open, and her mouth was agape, as if she were struggling to breathe. Her

rapid breathing and moans pierced the car window and reached my ears. Was my mother actually enjoying this rape?! I

was consumed by rage and slammed my fist against the window, but the pain in my fist did nothing.

The dark figure moved faster, and the sounds of my mother's breathing and moans seemed to

grow clearer in my ears. I felt extremely anxious and desperately pounded on the window. But it was all in vain; the increasingly intense intercourse inside

the car was a cruel mockery of me. My mother was

being violated right before my eyes by someone I didn't know, and she seemed to be cooperating, even enjoying it. Could it be… could it be that my mother was

drugged by that guy?! "Damn it!" I yelled, watching as the dark figure twisted its body more and more violently, and

my mother's reaction became increasingly intense. One of her high heels was half-dangling from her stockinged feet,

and then her legs wrapped around the dark figure's waist—a position clearly yearning for more intense intercourse

.

"You bastard!! Let go of my mother!!" I roared hoarsely, just as

the gas station lights suddenly flickered violently and then went out with a snap. As the last glimmer of light faded,

my mother became exceptionally clear, instantly etched into my mind—her hair was disheveled,

strands scattered on the seat, others clinging to her cheeks and neck with sweat from the intense lovemaking; her chest

heaved violently, her roughly torn cheongsam revealing half of her breasts, the removed bra showcasing her beautifully shaped breasts

; her legs were wide open, her entire body arched upwards and convulsing, I could even

see the holes in her torn pantyhose and the oozing white fluid from her swollen, red labia…

I felt a sudden dizziness, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor.

"Ugh…asleep?" I opened my eyes, my head throbbing, realizing I was back in

the car , sitting in the driver's seat again.

"Mom?!" I quickly turned my head, the passenger seat still empty, and my heart clenched.

"Ah, what's wrong?" A languid female voice came from the back seat. I turned around and saw my mother lying on

the back seat, covered with my coat, looking like she had just woken up.

"What? Didn't you say you wanted to stop and rest? So I lay down in the back seat, ha..." My mother's

words were interrupted by a yawn. I quickly recalled everything that had just happened. Yes, the image of

my mother after being raped was clearly imprinted in my mind, but my mother now was not like that:

her neatly combed black hair, her elegant cheongsam, and... her

beautiful legs .

Hmm? Why is my penis hard? I

had a bad feeling. I was actually having a physical reaction to the scene of my mother being raped. I

quickly shook my head. If everything that happened at the gas station was a dream, then I'd just consider it a nightmare

...

Speaking of gas stations, I subconsciously glanced at the fuel gauge, and then a chill ran down my spine.

The car had more fuel than when we set off.

Did I see wrong? No,

I clearly remember telling my mom before we left that this little bit of gas would only get us a short drive around the suburbs, a completely pointless stroll.

"Ha—oh, son, I just had a really weird nightmare! I dreamt a

ghost jumped into the car while you were filling up the tank, it scared me half to death!"

A ghost?!

I've never believed in ghosts or anything like that, but the fact that the gas level was increasing instead of decreasing was

incredibly suspicious. I pulled out my phone and turned on the navigation, only to find, to my surprise, that there weren't any gas stations nearby.

Strange, this is too weird. I muttered to myself as I continued driving aimlessly

. My mom in the back seat seemed to have recovered from her nightmare and started her rambling again.

But at least the navigation was working again. I set my route home and instinctively floored

the gas pedal , eager to get back to familiar territory as soon as possible.

"Hey son, it's so late. It's not safe for you to drive. Why don't we find a place to stay first and go back tomorrow

?" Mom said to me excitedly, looking out the window. It seemed she was interested in staying at a hotel again.

That's just how Mom is; even though she's almost forty, she still can't let go of her love for fun and trying new things.

"Well, at least tell my cousin, right?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. If that sharp-tongued woman knew I

'd taken my mom out for a drive less than three months after getting my license

, she'd definitely give me a piece of her mind. "Xinya's away on a business trip for three days. She can't tell us what to do, hehe." Sure enough, my mother and I were both

quite wary of my aunt's daughter, but my mom was bolder than me.

So, I parked the car in front of a three-story building. The side of the building had a big sign that said "Hotel,"

which seemed like a pretty good location.

Although the interior was nicely decorated, I didn't have a good feeling about it. The receptionist at the lobby

had no expression on her face, and they didn't even require ID registration for check-in, which made me even more suspicious.

"Well, it's only 60 yuan a night, what's not to like?"

Wait, something's definitely wrong here, I thought, looking at the large suite with two beds. Sixty yuan

for such a nice room?

Out of caution, I checked the surroundings. The door lock was fine, and the shower, air conditioning, TV, and

kettle were all new. But that was the problem: everything was too new.

"Ugh, I'm so tired, Mom's going to sleep now. Don't be glued to your phone watching all that nonsense.

Staying up late and the bed creaking is so annoying." Mom said, unbuttoning her cheongsam

, her words carrying a chilling undertone, making me break out in a cold sweat even more than the slightly eerie room.

"Ah, ah, okay, Mom..." I stammered, but Mom didn't say anything more. I turned away...

I turned around and saw that she was already curled up on the soft cushion, fast asleep.

Perhaps she was too tired; Mom seemed to have fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Even her

cheongsam was only half off. Looking at her half-exposed bra, I couldn't help but swallow.

Driven by this inexplicable lust, I slowly moved to Mom's bedside. After confirming that she was truly asleep,

I reached out and touched her breast, almost unconsciously. Because of the bra, although it was

a feel I'd never experienced before, it still felt like something was missing.

So, for some reason, I carefully unhooked one of Mom's bra clasps and reached inside through the slightly

loose bra to fondle it.

"Mmm..." A sudden groan from Mom startled me, but it seemed to be just

a whisper ? I froze for a few minutes, and after confirming that Mom wouldn't wake up, I continued to enjoy her firm, supple breasts.

Suddenly, Mom turned over slightly, startling me so much I quickly pulled my hand away. But what happened next

horrified me.

Mom didn't wake up; instead, she was lying on her stomach with her legs spread wide, in

the position I remembered from her assault.

"This…" My eyes widened instinctively, my mouth moved, but I couldn't say

anything . I could feel cold sweat soaking my clothes. Was it my imagination? No, it couldn't be wrong.

That's exactly what I saw Mom in the car—just missing the torn stockings and the slowly dripping semen.

A coincidence? No, it shouldn't be. How could there be such a bizarre coincidence? My mind went blank.

I stared at Mom's sleeping body, scrutinizing it again and again, but each time I looked, it

matched the image in my memory more and more.

No, no, no, it must be because I was too tired today. I sat down on my bed, rubbing my temples.

It was indeed possible that the dream scene overlapped with reality; in French, this is called dajavu

… I quickly shook my head to clear my mind of these wild thoughts, deciding it was just a real nightmare

.

So, I stood up. The déjà vu made it clear I had no desire to continue playing with my

sleeping mother. I covered her with the blanket, checked the doors and windows, inspected the wardrobe

for hidden compartments and under the bed for anyone hiding. I even ran my hand over the walls to check for any

secret rooms similar openings. Once I confirmed everything was alright, I lay down on my own

bed with indescribable feelings.

Could it be some kind of paranormal event...? This thought barely crossed my mind before I dismissed it. I pride myself on being a staunch

atheist, someone who scoffs at all so-called theology, metaphysics, and even ghost stories. How could I possibly

think of the supernatural over something so trivial? That would be ridiculous...

I lay down on the bed and scanned the room again. The doors and windows seemed locked; unless someone went through

the ventilation system, they couldn't have gotten in.

I pulled the covers up, and just to be safe, I didn't turn off the bedside lamp, even though I

don't ...

I drifted off to sleep.

"Mmm... um... um ah..."

"Ah... um ah... oh oh ah... um ah... ah, ah ah oh... oh ya... ha

..."

The voice of my mother, which I'd heard since childhood, and the familiar moans of women I'd seen so often in movies—these two very

familiar sounds combined to create the disbelief I felt.

Yes, I woke up. Rather than saying I woke up to hear these eerie sounds, it was more accurate to say that these sounds

had lured me awake.

"Ah...uh...uh, ahh...ah oh oh, oh ha, ha ah...ha..."

What on earth is happening behind me?! I shook my head, trying to clear my head as quickly as possible, and

my mother 's moans grew clearer and louder.

I didn't know how I felt right now, was I surprised or excited? My mother's

voice was just like the one I heard when I was a child hiding in the closet. When I was little, I would peek through the crack in the door and see my

parents "fighting" passionately on the bed, their panting and moaning rising and falling. Similarly, after my parents' divorce,

I often heard such moans coming from my mother's room when I couldn't sleep at night, and later I

found that kind of sex toy on my mother's bedside table.

Could it be that my mother woke up in the middle of the night and started masturbating because of her pent-up sexual desire?

Could it be that my mother was thirstily waiting for a man to comfort her?

I shook my head, banishing these terrible thoughts from my mind. My mother was a very conservative woman,

how could she easily accept, or even seduce, her own son into incest? It couldn't be like that, but...

I sensed something was wrong. Mom's bed was shaking violently, making creaking sounds.

The sounds were faint, but I still caught them between her moans. Logically,

masturbation shouldn't be this intense, and female masturbation isn't as vigorous as handjobs. Could it be...? Before I

could think further, I found my hand involuntarily gripping my penis, which

responded with its passion and firmness. I still get a physical reaction to my mother, just like I used to masturbate while listening to her

moans ? What a... old pervert, I cursed myself inwardly.

"Ahhh—uhh, ah, ahhh—" Mom suddenly let out a long and high-pitched moan,

startling me. Logically, this should be the moment a woman reaches orgasm, and then it should gradually subside, right?

Sure enough, after that, only hissing and panting remained. Judging from the intensity of her panting, Mom had experienced

a rather intense orgasm.

As if possessed, I turned around, trying to use the light of the bedside lamp to get a better look at my mother's

expression as she remained immersed in the afterglow of her climax, but I was immediately terrified and almost screamed.

A ghost!

This was the word that slipped from my lips, almost bursting out with a scream. Nothing could

better describe the scene I was witnessing: the bedside lamp on my mother's side was dimmed, not by manual dimming or a problem with the light itself,

but because the dark shadow on her body was absorbing its light!

I froze, unable to move. The ghostly figure became even more pronounced in the light, just like the one I'd seen

before , just like the one that crawled into the car at the gas station!

Fear, fear of the unknown, fear of challenging my own understanding—fear gripped my heart, making

me hold my breath.

When my preconceived notions shattered, I realized just how insignificant I truly was.

I pinched myself hard, so hard it felt like I could draw blood. It hurt. Was this not a dream?

The ghostly figure, just as I'd glimpsed through the car window, was on top of my mother, swaying its

body . Each time it leaned down, I could see my mother's body shift backward a little, her clothes

completely torn open, her large breasts being devoured and fondled by the ghostly figure. Her stockings were also spread wide open,

the holes just as I remembered. It was violating my mother; the ghostly figure was raping my mother! My mother

was being penetrated by a monster!

Damn it! This surge of anger temporarily overcame my fear. I had to protect my mother! Thinking

this tried to push myself up, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't lift myself; it felt as if a heavy

object had pressed me back onto the bed. I lay there, head turned to the side, watching my mother being repeatedly penetrated by the ghost.

"Ah... um... ha, ha... um... ya... ah... ah... ah..." Mom

let out those moans again, this time louder and more wanton than before, even

more intense , like a raving woman.

No, no! This sight pierced my heart. I tried to stand up several times but failed each time. In desperation,

I mustered my courage and screamed, "Mom! Mom! You bastard, let go of my mom!! You beast,

fuck your mother!"

Even when my voice was hoarse, there was no response. The ghostly figure continued to leisurely fuck my mother.

Its movements became faster and faster, to the point that I could feel my mother's reaction as its illusory penis entered the place where I was born

.

No, this can't be! I screamed through gritted teeth. The rage of my mother being violated before my eyes completely overwhelmed

my fear. I wanted nothing more than to stand up right now and beat that lecherous man to the ground. But then, another feeling

rushed into my mind: a throbbing, painful hardness in my lower body. At the same time, I could feel my physical arousal

increasing—I was once again having a physical reaction to my mother being violated.

"Ah... umm—ahhhhh... umm! gurgle! umm gurgle..." My mother's

moans as she approached orgasm turned into gurgling sounds as her mouth was filled with a foreign object. The ghostly figure seemed to gradually reveal its original form as it thrust in and out

: its entire body gradually took on the shape of a lizard, like a gecko, with the layers of light and shadow

even outlining the texture of scales; the two shadows that were constantly rubbing against my mother's beautiful breasts transformed into slender

claws; a long, sticky tongue extended from its head and instantly filled my mother's mouth.

The excess parts of the ghostly figure transformed into a long tail, and most unbelievably,

a . Then, its tail reached between my mother's legs, where it was still intercourse with her, and under my gaze,

covered in a large clump of sticky fluid, it burrowed into her anus.

How could this be!

"Gurgle...uh...uh! Uh, gurgle...uh...uh..." My mother was instantly filled with the

monster 's three orifices, her body arching backward under its grip, clearly

reaching another climax under the triple stimulation. I felt a surge of anger rising within me, yet I still couldn't

sit up. Besides that, there was another feeling—my hand, gripping my crotch, was involuntarily stroking

my throbbing, hard penis. Damn it, why am I doing this? Why am I masturbating while watching a monster rape my mother

?!

"Ugh! Mmm, gurgle... Ugh—sizzle—mmm gurgle, gurgle..." After the monster took shape,

the light it had absorbed returned to normal, and I smugly and clearly saw my mother's expression: it was undoubtedly one of pain.

Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were closed, and the visible writhing in her throat showed

how deep the monster's tongue had penetrated. Her hands were supporting herself on the monster's body, seemingly making a weak resistance, or

perhaps just supporting her body to get a better experience. She kept twisting her waist, but it always seemed to be under

the monster's control; it was less a struggle and more like cooperation. Her stiff legs

trembled and collapsed instantly after her anus was violated by the monster's tail and fleshy shaft, and she quickly wrapped her arms around the monster's waist. My mother's

actions shattered my heart again. She actually chose to cater to the monster's invasion!

But what could I do? At this moment, I could only watch all of this happen, and even

masturbate because of the physical shock of the scene before me. The monster seemed to have grasped my state, constantly increasing

the frequency of its thrusts into my mother's three orifices, forcefully pounding her vulva, anus, and mouth, eliciting

increasingly loud but ultimately choked moans and whimpers from her.

"Ah! Ah! Mom!!"

"Ugh!!!!!"

Just as a daze blurred my vision, and I felt a thick liquid gushing from my body,

my increasingly blurred vision saw the same white fluid exploding inside my mother's body: a large amount of semen

visibly gushed out from her genitals and mouth, accompanied by

a stream of clear liquid spurting from her genitals...

When I regained consciousness, the monster had disappeared, and I was able to stand up. I quickly...

I went to my mother's bedside. She was limp on the bed, panting heavily. The monster's

yellowish semen was spraying everywhere, splattering from her lower body and leaving obvious marks on her stockings;

it dripped from her open mouth and accumulated in a small puddle on her chest… My mother was breathing heavily, her lower body still spasming and

secreting streams of vaginal fluid, and her large breasts, heaving violently, were glistening… She slowly

opened her eyes , softly calling my name. Her eyes, which had been rolled back from being fucked, turned to my sticky

penis…

I felt another wave of dizziness, but this time I also felt a distinct impact. Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to glimpse

the monster's tail, whipping straight towards me.

"Hmm? Awake?" My mother turned to look at me, her eyes filled with loving affection.

"Huh? Mom? I... um?!" I realized I was sitting in the passenger seat, covered with

my coat, and the scene before me had somehow transformed back into the familiar street.

"Still half asleep? Didn't we agree that I'd drive back and you'd sleep?" Mom smiled, a smile that

filled me with a strange sense of relief.

"We'll be home soon, you can sleep when we get there."

"Ah, okay, Mom, aren't you wearing high heels?"

"That's hard for your mom to handle, of course I take my shoes off." "

Pfft."

Watching the car enter the underground parking garage, my heart eased a little. Was I really just too tired?

Or was it just a strange hallucination? Anyway, Mom and I were home, nothing seemed amiss.

But just as we were about to park, I heard a muffled voice.

"In, in."

I rubbed my ears. Was it a hallucination?

"In, her, body."

My body was drenched in cold sweat again.

The voice sounded strange, like there was something in its throat.

I looked at my left arm; there was a bruise where I had pinched myself.

Instinctively, I reached into my pants. My underwear was wet and sticky.

I held out my hand; the sticky fluid on my palm shimmered yellowish-green under the white lights of the underground parking garage.

It also smelled of semen.

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