’ He walked back into his mother’s room carrying the gown in his left hand, she was still asleep. ‘Mom, can you hear me? Don’t wake up just te...l me if you can hear me.’ ‘Yes, Johnny, I can hear you. Are you ready to make love to me? I am ready for you, feel how wet I am.’ ‘No, mom, I am not. You will no longer be attracted to me, sexually.’ John stated flatly. He watched her face frown. ‘You are to act as the loving mother you have always been. You are not nor have you ever been sexual. " I couldn't see a cock, but there was certainly one there and a few seconds later it was ramming down my throat. I laid on my back and opened wide, working my neck, assisting in the fucking on my own mouth. Whosever ghost this was must have really loved sloppy blowjobs when they were alive. I sat up a little, saliva running down my chin. I felt two hands on the back of my head and the ghost cock making me deep throat it all the way down. He fucked my throat this way for a few seconds an. .." She closed her mouth, spraying him with saliva as she bravely tried not to bray right in his face with laughter. Now, she had the hiccups."Tell me you (hic!) ... you didn't (hic!)... Damn!" she said, clenching her teeth in frustration.She tried again. "(Hic!)" she said. Then she nodded and pointed down at him."You did!" she accused him. Then she burst into laughter again. "You hee-hee-hee-hee-hee... really did..." She buried her head in the pillow, trying desperately to stop her maniacal. I grabbed the blanket that was on the couch and put it over her. Night night daddy. she stayed in that position and started to drift off to sleep again. I could have stopped right there…just pretend like nothing ever happened…she would never have to know. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the tequila bottle out of the cabinet and poured myself a shot…and then I poured myself two more. What kind of monster was I? I needed to stop but I didnt want to. I walked back into the living room. She.