Have you all seen the movie Ghost? Well, I have my own ghost story. Maybe not as romantic as Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze, but hot as hell. We live in this old restored Victorian house. When we first moved here a few years ago, I thought I was just a little out of sorts from the move. You know things would move around, doors would randomly shut, flashes of odd light would show up in pictures…. Then I started feeling like I was quite literally being fucked in my sleep. At first, I thought my son was sneaking in my room at night and slipping me his cock. He had done that before. But for one, I never had a wet spot other than my own pussy juice and two, it would happen when my son was not even home. Mostly, these ghostly like fucks occurred when I was all alone.
One night I decided to test my theory out. I did research on the Internet about how to capture a ghost of film and camera. I set up a hidden camera. Dressed myself up in something sexy and laid myself out on the floor. I did this 4 nights in a row and nothing. Okay, I was crazy. Then on the 5th night, I was getting ready to tear down my ghost cam when I felt something grab me. It grabbed me by the neck, pushed me down on the grown and tied me up. Even shoved a ball gag in my mouth. I saw nothing but my own bondage equipment floating in the air.
Then I felt weight on my body, heavy weight. Hands were exploring me, entering my holes. I was turned on by my dominant entity. I was being suspended in air. I was scared but not so scared I screamed. I was also extremely turned on. My cunt was dripping. Then I felt arms from underneath me wrap around my body. Strong burly arms at that. I tried to convince the ghost to speak, but it only put its hands around my mouth and shoved the ball gag in deeper. As I was writhing in pleasure suspended in air, I felt my ass being penetration. Whatever was fucking my ass was huge too. I was being fucked in the ass by the invisible man, or a ghost or some sort of spirit. I could feel my ass stretching out, I could feel fingers in my cunt. I could feel myself cumming. I was so wet. This was not a dream. I was being fucked and fucked hard. By what was a mystery.
The next morning I woke up covered in cum. On the floor, sweaty with my ass sore. There were marks on my nipples from clamps. Bruises on my rib cage from where I felt hands holding me tight. Now I do like to party and party hard but I was drug free that night. Ghosts were only in the movies right? Then I remembered I still had the camera running. I played it back and was amazed to see my ghost caught on camera. The pics were a bit blurry but clearly there was someone or something else there with me. I wanted to tell someone but who? Being fucked in the ass by a well hung ghost was National Enquirer material, or shit you tell your therapist and she prescribes you a nice psychotic med.
I did some research on the house and as it turns out a Norman Bates kind of dude owned it before we bought it at an auction. How appropriate. A horny momma’s boy died in the house that I fuck my own son. Maybe my ass reminds him of his mother’s? I decided this would be my secret until now. My anal loving ghost has been back several times. I don’t care if you think I am a crazy. A horny mommy’s best friend is an anal loving ghost.
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