Every Midnight to DawnbyHeyAll©
Things changed for my mother and I.
I was a 26 year old college graduate who recently landed a decent job. For the first time in my life, I moved out to live in a small place of my own. My entire life had been spent living with my mother in a downtown apartment, and we became very close as a result. She had even called me her best friend on several occasions.
After I left, my mom decided she wanted to move back to a residential area. She grew up in an old Victorian house which she loved for its beauty and history. Living in San Francisco, there was no shortage of antique homes for her to choose from. It wasn't long before she found a place that suited her needs.
The house she bought was exactly what she was looking for. It was rustic & unique. My mother always had an interest in art history, so she could easily find the beauty in an old home.
We still lived near each other, just a 30 minute drive, and we always stayed in touch. Before I moved, we made an agreement; if we ever needed each other, we would always be there.
Every Midnight to Dawn
Friday night. It was over a month since I moved out, and about a week since my mother lived in the old house which she bought. As usual, she called me so we could catch up.
"How are you enjoying life as a single bachelor?" she asked playfully over the phone.
"It's great. I've got hot babes all over the place."
"Of course you do, that's why you're on the phone talking to your mother on a Friday night."
"Is that why you called?" I laughed. "You wanted to rub that in?"
"A little bit. But honestly, I called you out of habit. I'm used to hearing from you everyday after I come home from work. I miss that. You're all grown up now and living on your own."
"Honestly, living alone has its perks, but it also has its downsides. Sure I can do whatever I want, but it can also get lonely sometimes."
"Basically what you're saying is, you miss me too," she replied lovingly.
"So how's your new apartment treating you?" she asked. "Everything good I hope."
"I've got no complaints here. Great view, parking is easy, and there are a lot of really cool people who live in this building. I've made some new friends already."
"That's so wonderful to hear. I'm very happy for you."
"What about the place you're living in?" I asked. "Have you been able to adjust yet? I got home sick after I moved out, but I slowly got used to it."
"...It's...great. Everything is going well."
"Did I hear a pause?"
"It's nothing," she said defensively. "I love this home and it was worth every penny."
"Come on, just tell me. If there's anything wrong I can come fix it for you. Or I could call a repair man for you."
"I won't be needing a repair man, but thanks for the offer."
"Do you want to move back to the old apartment?" I asked.
"Not really," she replied. "I've lived in that apartment for so long that I enjoy the change of location. Besides, that apartment has already been sold and people are living there already."
"Then what is it?"
"You'll call me crazy if I told you."
"Of course not," I replied sternly. "If I thought you were crazy, I wouldn't tell you. I'd just keep that information to myself."
"Very funny. It's almost my bed time so I better go. Good night."
She sounded like her feelings were hurt from being teased.
"It was only a joke mom. Come on, you've made me curious."
She paused for a moment. "I think this place is haunted."
"Yes, you heard me, I think this house may be haunted."
"And why would you think that?" I asked.
"Because I hear noises at night. Strange noises. They would happen randomly."
"Maybe it's leaky pipes or rats between the walls. I mean, that place is old. What do you expect?"
"This place has been inspected for everything, plumbing, pests, you name it. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten up in the middle of the night to make sure all the windows are locked or if something was crawling around. I've spent hours during the day trying to figure out what the noises are. And nothing."
I thought for a few seconds. "There's gotta be a reasonable explanation. I really don't know what to say mom. Maybe you're just overreacting because of how scary your house looks at night. Honestly, that place gave me the creeps when I helped you move there."
"I'm completely serious. The daytime is so quiet I can hear a pin drop. There's no sound except for the cars outside and neighbors. But every midnight to dawn...there are these strange noises."
I thought to myself once again. My mother is very smart woman, so maybe she's right? Maybe her home is haunted. She's not someone to exaggerate or embellish.
"Have you thought about selling the house and moving?" I asked.
"It's crossed my mind," she replied. "But a lot of my money is invested here and I'll probably take a huge financial loss if I try to sell it right away. And I really do love this home. There's something about it that I find comforting, except for what happens at night obviously."
"Sounds like a really tough situation. I'm all out of ideas. But I'm still not fully convinced your house is haunted. Give it a few more days and the noises might go away. Don't forget that no one had lived in that house for months. So the wooden structure is probably just settling in if that even makes sense."
"I want you to live with me for a while," she said bluntly.
"It's the weekend. Pack your bags and sleep here on Saturday night. You can leave on Sunday or Monday."
"I don't know mom. That place is creepy," I replied.
"But if it's not haunted, then what do you have to worry about? I've already contacted a local psychic who wants $300 dollars for a spiritual cleansing next week. I've already agreed to pay, unless of course you can prove that everything is okay."
"Don't do that mom. $300 dollars? That's insane. It's clearly a scam."
"Then come stay with me and prove otherwise," she replied.
"Fine, I'll be there tomorrow and I'll stay for the night. You owe me for this."
"I'll be your personal chef like always. Maybe that will do?" she said playfully.
*** MY MOTHER IN MY ARMS ***
Saturday night. It was the first time in a month that my mother and I had dinner together. After some talking and late night television, we both went to bed. She was going to sleep in the master bedroom, and I was going to stay in the guest room.
"Let me know if you need anything," she said, standing in the doorway wearing her nightgown.
"You're making me feel like I'm in a hotel," I joked. "A pretty old hotel."
"Think of it as an old hotel, but with charm and character to it. Who knows, maybe if you stay here long enough you'll finally see why I love it so much."
"No offense, but I doubt that."
She smiled, "Young people these days have no appreciation for art. But anyway, it feels nice having you around again. I always feel safe with you down the hall."
"Thanks mom. I just hope there aren't any ghosts around to ruin our night."
"Did I just detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice?" she asked skeptically.
"Maybe. I'll be half asleep tonight listening for any strange noises. That's what you want isn't it?"
She flashed me a stern, yet playful expression. "You do that. Goodnight."
With that said, she went to her room to sleep.
The clock read 1:30 am. A loud banging noise downstairs woke me up. The footsteps coming from my mother's room let me know that she had woken up as well. I got out of bed to see that my mother had turned the lights on.
"Did you hear that?" my mother asked with a jilted look on her face.
"Yeah, what was it?"
"I don't know. But I've heard it before, and it usually happens around this time. I'm already scared. Are you?"
"Kind of," I replied. "Let's go check it out."
We went down the stairs together as my mother turned on more lights. A few minutes later, she turned on all of the lights and I had triple checked everything. All the doors were locked, all the windows were closed, and there weren't any animals roaming around. The house was empty.
"Got any ideas of what that banging noise was?" she asked.
"None. That was so weird."
"Still think your mother is crazy?"
"I never said you were. I just said that there's a rational explanation to these noises."
"Then what is it?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"As soon as I find out, I'll let you know. But there's no point in us standing around. It's late and I'm tired. Let's go back to sleep."
"Would you mind sleeping in bed with me?"
"You really want me to?"
"I wouldn't have offered otherwise. I'm scared, and you've always comforted me."
"Sure," I replied dutifully. "Whatever makes you feel better."
My mother turned off the lights and we went to her room. I laid down on my mother's bed and she turned off the bedroom lights, leaving us in the dark except for the faint moonlight. I stayed on my side of the bed. To my complete surprise, my mother rested her head on my chest. It was awkward for a moment, but I did the gentlemanly thing and wrapped my arm around her.
"I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," she said as she got cozy under the blanket.
"Not really. This feels nice."
"I'm glad. Lots of boys feel uneasy about being affectionate with their mothers. I'm very lucky that I still get to hold you."
I gave her a kiss on top of her head. "Anytime. I've never passed up the opportunity to hold a beautiful woman in my arms."
"You know, I never properly thanked you."
"For being the man of the house when your father passed," she replied sincerely. "You were very young at the time, and I expected to have to work my butt off to take care of you. But to my surprise, it wasn't long before you started taking care of me instead."
"What else was I supposed to do?" I asked. "Every night you seemed really upset. I don't know, I guess I didn't want you to be so sad all the time, so I tried the best I could to make you happy."
"Do you still think about dad?"
"Once and a while," she replied. "I think about him sometimes when I'm lonely. But let's not go there."
"Why not? Afraid of discussing your sex life? You've never had a problem asking about mine," I teased.
"Oh stop it," she playfully said. "I'm your parent. One day you'll have children of your own and you're going to feel pretty disturbed if any of them ask about what you do with your penis."
"Great point, but until that day comes, I'll still be interested in how you think of dad. Hearing you so passive about it just makes me even more curious."
She sighed, "You really want to know what goes on in my head? I sometimes imagine your father going down on me, and afterwards he grabs me forcefully and ravishes me until we're both completely satisfied. Happy now?"
A sudden arousal came over me. I was only joking with my mother, but hearing her talk about her sexual fantasies got my blood flowing.
"You asked..." she replied. "And now you know."
"Yeah, I do."
She put her finger on my lips to silence me. "Not another word. We're going to sleep now. Thank you for staying in my room tonight, and for watching over me."
With that said, my mother leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Of all the kisses she had ever given me, none of them had ever been on a place so intimate. She rested her head back on my chest, and my cock became hard. A part of me wondered if she knew that I had become sexually aroused by her.
*** BAD NEWS / GOOD NEWS / STRANGE NEWS ***
The next morning. I was in the kitchen eating a hot breakfast that my mother made for me, while my mom was on the phone in the living room. She was talking to a local psychic, but I didn't care, or believe in it. The only thing on my mind was mom's cooking.
After the call ended, she came to the kitchen and sat down so we could talk.
"So what did your psychic friend say?" I asked.
"Well I've got some bad news, good news, and some strange news. Where do you want to start?"
"What's the bad news?" I replied.
"There's definitely an entity in our home," she replied seriously. "The psychic noticed it when he was here a few days ago. He said the entity gave him messages in his dream last night, and when he woke up, it was 2 am, which was right after we heard those noises."
I was taken aback by what my mother said. She was completely serious.
"Jeez, if that's the bad news, then what's the good news?"
"The good news is that there's a way to deal with this entity once and for all. It's willing to leave this house and move on."
"Great, so what do we have to do?"
She paused for a moment, "Well, that brings me to the strange news. Are you ready to hear it? It's a little unconventional, but the psychic thinks it's going to work."
"At this point, I'm open to anything."
"According to the psychic, the entity which lives in this house is an elderly woman. She's grief stricken and is ready to leave the physical world behind. But before she does, there's something she needs to feel before she goes. It's unusual."
"You're being really coy," I noted. "Just say it already."
Mom took a deep breath. "The entity is lonely. She's been that way for over a decade living here. Last night when we were in bed together, the entity felt something powerful in this house. It felt love. It was the kind of love she experienced with her own son a very long time ago. She misses that feeling and she's longing for it."
"Are you saying the entity was aroused?"
"I don't know. But the psychic says that the entity will depart from this realm once it finally gets to experience that feeling one last time. It's been waiting for something like this."
"This is just plain weird," I replied. "I mean, this is starting to really freak me out. I came here thinking there was some logical explanation to everything, and now I don't know what to think anymore."
"Imagine how I feel. Believe me, I'm trying my best to keep myself together."
"So what does your psychic friend want us to do?"
Mom took another deep breath. "Well, he says the entity is ready to leave once it gets to feel maternal love for one last time. So the psychic thinks we should continue what we did last night. He thinks we should be close with each other again. Maybe that'll work."
Feelings of excitement came over me, but I didn't let it show. I didn't want my mom to think that I was overly-enthusiastic about spending the night in bed with her once again.
"If he thinks it'll work, then I'm up for it," I replied.
"So are you finally coming around to the idea that this home is haunted?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "I know that you've never been a big believer in the paranormal or the spiritual."
"All I know is that there were sound creepy noises in this house last night and I don't have an explanation for them. Whatever your friend suggests we do, I'm open to it."
She smiled, "I'm glad to see you're finally coming around."
"Whatever it takes. I guess this means I'll have to go back to my apartment to pick up more clothes since I'll be staying here longer."
"Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I know you have work on Monday and this is a real burden for you."
"You're never a burden for me," I replied.
She winked. "Thanks."
With my breakfast finished, I was ready to leave and prepare for more days at my mother's house.
"Well, I better go now. How many days should I pack for?"
"Three or four maybe. Are you okay with that?"
"No problem," I replied, picking up my plate to leave.
"Wait," she said, stopping me. "The psychic mentioned how the entity felt something 'powerful' in this house last night when we were in bed together. Did you have any strong feelings of your own when we were together? It couldn't have been just me."
I suddenly became coy. "We were having a pretty deep conversation. So I guess that was it. You know, it was some pretty deep stuff we were talking about. That's probably what your psychic friend was mentioning. I'm sure that was it."
"Is there anything else you want to tell me? You can be honest with me. I want us to be open with each other."
My mother wanted honestly, but I was sure that she wasn't ready to hear that I had a massive erection when I was in bed with her. She was the cause of it, and I had a tough time sleeping because of how much it ached.
"Maybe we can finish this conversation later," I replied. "I've gotta get back to my apartment to pick up clothes and I need to prepare things for work tomorrow."
She nodded. "Okay. You're a grown man and I don't want to get in the way of your business. But remember what I said, you can tell me anything that's on your mind. I won't judge."
*** PHANTOM IN YOUR FINGERS ***
A few hours later. I came back to my mother's house and things were unusually quiet. Typically she would come to the door to greet me, no matter what she was doing.
I carried my things up the stairs to the main bedroom, and then I saw it: My mother was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. She was wearing a towel and nothing else. Her hair and body were soaking wet, and it was obvious she had just gotten out of the shower. I dropped my things and headed over to her.
"What's wrong?" I asked urgently. "Are you okay?"
My mother had a bewildered look on her face and she continued looking forward.
"I'm not sure."
"What happened. You look like you just saw a ghost." I paused, "Did you...see something..."
She turned her head and looked at me. "Not exactly. But I felt something."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I was in the shower and I felt my hand move on its own. It moved to my private area and I started touching myself. It made me pleasure myself. My mind was gone. My head was somewhere else. The entity reminded me of intimate feelings I used to have, but repressed a long time ago."
"Not exactly," she replied. "It's much more intimate than that. I shouldn't be telling you this."
"You can tell me anything. Just this morning you were saying how we should be honest with each other. This sounds serious and I need to know."
"This is different," she said defensively. "This is humiliating. You wouldn't understand."
I gave her a reassuring look. "Don't forget that we'll be sleeping in the same bed again. We've got plenty of time to talk about whatever you want."
She turned her body to face me, and when she did, her towel opened up slightly. I had an up close and intimate look of her dripping wet legs & feet.
"I used to fantasize about you. Like I said, it's humiliating for me to talk about."
The feeling in the room suddenly became tense after her personal revelation.
"You did?" I asked. "Are you sure it wasn't the entity getting inside your head? Your psychic friend mentioned that the spirit was longing for something maternal."
She reluctantly nodded. "I'm sure. It started happening after you turned 18, I started noticing how much you resembled your father. Late at night when I was lonely, I found myself thinking of you instead of your father. I felt guilty about it every time, but I'm only human. I was eventually able to suppress it. And now it's returned because of the entity..."
"I don't know what to say mom."
"Don't say anything about it. I would have preferred if you hadn't known about that at all. That was the most personal thing I've ever told anyone."
"I'm glad you told me," I replied, unsure of what else to say.
There was an awkward silence in the room. She clearly hated telling me her intimate secret, and I was at a complete loss for words.