A Naughty Little Ghost Story

Despite his issues, it did not take long for Amanda to take note of how her son seemed to be having an awfully difficult time keeping his eyes off her beautiful, bikini clad body. Jimmy would have been the first to admit he spent way too much time admiring his mom's mature body, especially those tremendous tits of hers.

So now, besides the night terrors he was experiencing from the war, he was also having to contend with some rather steamy fantasies about his mother, and the guilt they brought, as he tossed and turned fitfully in bed every night.

Soon the guilt, he was worried he might actually start jacking off while dreaming of his mother, combined with the dread of having more nightmares, caused him to give up on sleeping at all as he spent most nights pacing his room like a caged tiger or playing violent video games while hopped up on too much caffeine.

Finally, after a few nights of this tortuous behavior, he was forced to take a couple of strong sleeping pills to knock himself out just so he could get some sleep, but much to his dismay, he found the sleeping pills, while allowing him to fall asleep quickly before he could think of whacking off, did not prevent the nightmares from attacking him.

Amanda wasn't blind to what was happening. She sensed her son's eyes on her while she reclined in the sun in her sexy bikinis. This had the effect of warming her heart, knowing she could still, at her age, garner her son's attentions while giving her self-confidence a much needed boost.

This newly found self-confidence bloomed to the point where-- even after she was done sunning herself out by the pool-- she left her bikini on--for his viewing pleasure. Instead, she made it a point to prance around the house in her bikini, watching with blithe amusement, while Jimmy tried his level best to keep his eyes off of her.

But despite her joy at being able to garner his attention she found the long, hot summer still seemed to be wearing on both his health and his mood.

As June turned to July, Amanda was becoming frantic with worry over her son. She knew something must be done about his not sleeping at night, and sooner rather than later, as Jimmy's well-being was at stake. A plan was beginning to form in her mind, but she would need courage to put it into play.

She remembered how when Jimmy was younger, and suffered from the occasional bad dreams that all little kids seemed to have from time to time, she would comfort him by snuggling in bed with him, and letting him fall asleep in her arms. It worked every time, but then, of course, he was only a boy and now he was a man!

After some internal debate, Amanda decided her plan was worth a shot. Ultimately, it would all hinge on a way, assuming her courage held out, to get him in her bed and from there -- it would be in the hands of fate.

A few nights later, the moment of truth came, but would she will have the courage to act upon her plan?

She paused in her story to try and gauge the reaction of her audience. They both seemed attentive to both her and her story as they each snuggled tightly against her while listening intently. Satisfied, thus far, her tale was acceptable she continued.

It was around midnight and she was just getting ready for bed, after arriving home from a night out with a couple of friends. The three glasses of wine Amanda slurped down with dinner, left her feeling playful and frisky, but with no one to play with, it also left her feeling sad and lonely.

After getting undressed for bed, she was in the midst of brushing her teeth when she heard a loud thud, followed by a short cry of pain. It came from down the hallway; most likely from Jimmy's bedroom.

Rushing out of the bathroom, she dashed down the hallway to his room, not realizing, or maybe better yet, not caring, she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

When she entered his bedroom she was, at first, confused. By the dim light streaming into the room from the hallway, Amanda observed his bed was empty before hearing a faint rustling noise on the far side of the bed. It sounded like it was actually coming from down on the floor.

Hurrying around the bed, she spotted him curled up on the floor in a fetal position, clutching his pillow. He was dressed in his usual sleeping attire: a pair of boxers only.

"Jimmy... Honey... Baby are you all right?" she nearly shrieked. Reaching over, she flipped on the small bedside table lamp. "What are you doing on the floor?"

He blinked his eyes at her, looking confused. He was shaking like a leaf, with such a look of desperate look of panic on his cute face it broke her heart.

Despite his eyes being open, Amanda wasn't sure if he was fully awake and aware of his surroundings. A suspicion soon confirmed by his actions.

"P-please d-don't let them... put me in the hole again, Mommy." His voice came out barely above a whisper, and possessed such a heart-breaking quality to it that it caused large tears to begin to well up in her pretty green eyes. Fighting back the tears, she bended over him, brushing a strand of his swirling lion's mane of light brown hair out of his eyes.

Amanda gazed down at him. Maybe for the first time, she realized her son was no longer the cute little boy he once was, but while away in the army he matured into a strikingly handsome young man.

His jaw was square and firm, while his angular cheekbones accented his masculinity. His skin had a dark, healthy glow to it from hours of relaxing in the sun with his mother. Moreover, she couldn't help but to notice his broad shoulders, well-muscled chest, and washboard stomach while he reclined on the floor shirtless, all which made the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep more pronounced.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over her after she realizing she was standing there-- like a gaping idiot-- admiring her son's well-toned military physique before becoming lost in his gentle hazel eyes as they stare wide and unblinking up at her.

He was hot and sweaty and obviously scared. Making a firm decision, she must take drastic action to ease his suffering, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You are safe, Jimmy. Mommy is here, and you are coming back to her bed and I am going to..."

She helped him to his feet before continuing. "Give you so much love and comfort that you are going to get a good night's sleep for once."

"Mom you don't have to do that. I'm alright." Jimmy snapped back. His voice was gruff and irritable, designed to hide the abject fear the horrible dream caused him.

"Shhh honey. It's what you need baby. It's what I need... Please don't deny your mother the chance to provide her baby boy with so much love and comfort those silly nightmares won't stand a chance. Please honey... come to your mommy's bed."

Dazed, and still a bit confused, it was easy for Jimmy to let his "mommy" take control. He allowed her to sit him down on the bed while she waited patiently for his final decision.

Julianne paused. Smiling at them she whispered, "What do you think of your mommy's story thus far boys?"

"We like it, Mommy," they both sang out in unison before Matthew added. "Yeah, I can't wait to see what's going to happen if Jimmy agrees to go to her bed. Is he going to, Mommy? Do you think he should?"

"Of course, he should," Mark chimed in. "And that is when the good stuff of the story will start to happen. Right Mommy?"

"Hmm, well listen boys and you both shall see what is going to happen between them."

After taking a large sip of her wine, Julianne continued with her story.

She stood there in the small pool of light thrown off by the small bedside lamp, hands on her hips, a motherly look of concern on her lovely face. He started to protest again before he looked up, really focusing his eyes on her for the first time, as he was finally fully awake.

"Mom really you..." The protest died on his lips when it hits him what she was wearing or maybe more accurately, what she wasn't wearing: Jesus she wasn't dressed but instead was standing there so very casually in her bra and panties.

And what a nice look it was for her as the attractive lime green lace bra with matching panties, showed off her terrific body to the Nth degree.

He was basically rendered speechless by the way she was standing there, so cool and casual, looking totally worried about him while seemingly very unconcerned she had no clothes on in front of her twenty year old son.

"I will not accept any excuses Jimmy. I have stood by and done nothing long enough while you have been plagued by these awful dreams."

"L-let me think about it a minute Mom," he complained weakly, not yet ready to surrender.

"There is nothing to think about," she snapped back at him. By the commanding tone of her voice he knew saying no was not option.

Allowing himself to be led out of his bedroom, down the hall and to her bedroom, Jimmy found his eyes glued to his mother's softly swaying ass as she strode in front of him.

When they reached her room, she led him straight over to the bed. "Now hop into your mom's bed. I'm going to light some candles to create a bit of soft atmosphere for us."

Jimmy crawled into her bed, his eyes stuck on her as she moved over to the nightstand on the other side of the bed.

When she first mentioned letting him sleep in her bed, Jimmy's thoughts were wholly pure and full of innocent love as she would allow him not only into her bedroom for the night, but into her bed, but as he laid there in her bed, his thoughts soon turned a bit less pure.

He could not help it as his mother's gorgeous big tits, protected from his eyes only by her pretty lace bra, invited, nay, begged for such dark and forbidden thoughts. He stared at them helplessly enthralled by their majestic splendor as she pulled a good dozen small tea light candles out of her night stand drawer.

Amanda noticed her son watching her intently as she moved about the bedroom, spreading the candles out strategically throughout the bedroom, knowing where his attention was focused: on her chest.

This caused no small measure of excitement in her-- especially since she was a bit tipsy and her emotions were on the edge anyways.

She reflected on how what was happening now was very similar to what happened when they hung out by the pool together and she was wearing one of her skimpy bikini: hid eyes invariably became stuck on her tits, although he did do his best not to make it too obvious. And now, again just like out by the pool, Amanda, a natural born show off, didn't really mind at all if her young son can't keep his eyes off tits, but instead welcomed his attentions.

Just as she finished up lighting the last of the candles it suddenly came to her what she must do. It was simple really, she must get his mind off the horrors he experienced during the war and focused on something a bit more pleasant--like her tits maybe.

She strode over to the bed, looking much like an angel in the soft candle light, before crawling under the covers with him--without bothering to put any pajamas on!

The scent of her snuggled next to him, fresh and clean, drove him mad with irresistible longing. Snaking an arm around his shoulders, she drew him closer next to her. As he nuzzled his face against her neck, her hair falling in his face he breathed deep. Her beautiful chestnut brown locks smelled of lilacs and roses, of fresh rainwater, of spring flowers and vanilla lavender. In other words, her hair smelled of all the best things the world had to offer.

And when she cuddled him closer to her body, after gently, carefully prodding his head downwards until his face was nestled down safely between the immense twin cups of her sexy lime green bra, he never felt safer or slept better.

Her large, soft tits served as a pair of delightful pillows for his face. The fact he was so utterly exhausted was the only thing that let him slip off to sleep. Otherwise, considering his stiff condition "down there", sleep would have been rather difficult, to say the least.

Julianne paused, looking from side to side at them, waiting for either or both of them to comment.

"Nothing happened between them, huh," Mark complained.

"Be patient sweetie, good things come to those that wait... remember I always say that," Julianne responded before continuing with her story.

The next day did little to relieve the sexual tension Jimmy felt toward his mother. The day was full of bright sunshine so Amanda suggested they spend the afternoon hanging out by the pool. She wore an enchanting white string bikini, causing, once again, Jimmy's eyes to become helpless stuck on her mouthwatering tits.

At dinner time, when they decided to barbecue steaks outdoors on the patio grill, she changed out of her bikini and into something maybe even more dangerous: a pair of daisy duke shorts, along with a light blue tank top.

The shorts were skin tight, as was the tank top. It only took one long look for Jimmy to realize his mom wasn't wearing a bra underneath her skin tight tank top as the outlines of her large nipples were pressed invitingly against the thin material of the tank top, making them a beacon of sorts for Jimmy's restless eyes.

By now, Jimmy suspected his mother understood he couldn't keep his eyes off of her tits, and much to his pleasant surprise, she didn't seem to mind one bit.

They enjoyed a bottle of wine with dinner before retiring to the living room to watch a movie together.

Snuggling together on the sofa, while watching a movie, had been one of their favorite pastimes together when he was younger, and now, quite naturally, Jimmy was pleasantly surprised when they decided to relive it.

Before the movie began, Amanda went upstairs to change, replacing the tank top and daisy dukes with a pair of old sweat pants and a half tee shirt. The sweat pants were not very sexy, but the same thing could not be said about her half tee shirt. It was light pink, extremely tight, and just covered her immense tits by the barest of margins as the short sleeved tee shirt seemed to be designed for the express purpose of showing off as much skin as possible.

As Amanda came striding back into the living room, Jimmy couldn't help but to notice how deliciously his mom's little half tee shirt showed off her well-toned stomach, along with her immense tits.

During the movie, as they shared a second, and then a third glass of wine, Amanda became especially warm and friendly with him. Jimmy, liking the warm buzz the wine gave him, responded likewise with her.

When it is finally time to go to bed, he followed her up the stairs with his mind full of endless pleasant ways this night might end. At the top of the stairs, he headed to his room, but before he could get more than two steps away she reached out, snagging his hand.

"Honey," she beamed while flashing her dazzling angel-white teeth at him, "Don't you want to try for another good night's sleep in my bed."

He stopped, turning toward her, his heart racing. Jimmy had been wondering all day, if she was going to suggest he sleep with her again. Amanda quickly recognized where his gaze was fixed, dead on her tits, and smiled slyly to herself, knowing her little half tee shirt was working perfectly as designed.

While it may have been her natural propensity to show off which allowed Amanda to run around in such skimpy attire the first place, it was the wine that gave her the courage to boldly invite him to her bed once again.

"I... I ahh... y-yeah s-sure Mom," he managed to sputter as his mind spun out of control at the possibilities another night in her bed might hold. The stakes were higher now, considering both of them are a bit inebriated from the wine. Combined with the way they were flirting with each other all night-- so outrageously-- made the idea of them sleeping together in the same bed more than a little dangerous.

He hurried down the hallway to brush his teeth in the bathroom there while she disappeared inside her own bathroom to do the same. When he came back to her bedroom, he found it was softly lit with a dozen or so small candles.

Amanda noticed how, after he returned home from the war, Jimmy seemed to have an aversion to the dark so she thought it would best to fill the room with dim candle light.

As she passed him, heading to her bathroom, his eyes involuntarily turned downwards to check out her ass.

Nice, extremely nice, Jimmy mused to himself as the barely there thong panties she was wearing tantalizing showed off of her well-tanned ass cheeks.

He crossed over to the bed, stripping off his jeans and tee shirt before hurriedly crawling into the bed, wanting to hide the large tent pole he was sporting inside his boxers.

The tent pole, the result of the sneak peek he just stole at his mother's well defined ass, along with the long and loving looks he had been giving her tits all night long, was becoming bigger and harder to control as the night wore on.

Once he was safely under the covers of the bed, he closed his eyes hoping to fall asleep quickly to avoid any more guilty thoughts.

He just crossed over into the shadow land between consciousness and unconsciousness, neither fully awake nor sleeping either, when he felt the bed shift. He sighed a little, but did not open his eyes and soon became aware of her warm body pressed against his. He also was aware of not feeling the material of any pajamas against his body. Jesus, did she really crawl into bed with him wearing just those delicious thong lace panties of hers, and that skimpy half tee shirt? If so, wow!

A tender whisper in his ear jerked him closer to full consciousness. "You can't fall asleep yet Jimmy as you mom still needs to kiss you good night, which reminds me... hmm, do you remember how when you were little you refused to go to sleep until I kissed you good night?"

"Mom, I am a bit old for that don't you think. I mean I am not a little kid anymore," he mumbled at her irritably. The truth was he would very much like a kiss, or two, from his mom, but his strong male pride resisted him allowing her to think of him as a little kid again.

"Nonsense, you should never be too old to let your Mom kiss you good night honey. Besides my kiss will be like a dose of magic that will ward off any bad dreams."

She slinked her body more firmly up against him, making refusal of her invitation so much harder. "So what do you say, hmm can you indulge me and let me give you a little kiss for protection."

"Mom you're being silly," he told her, but not so irritably this time, as he was flattered at her persistence. His eyes fluttered open in order to observe her reaction to his latest rebuke.

Observing a stern expression on her pretty face, he knew without a doubt now this suggestion of a kiss good night was serious business to her.

And when her stern expression began to turn into a deep frown, he knew he must accept. Reaching out with one hand, he touched her arm lightly. "OK sure a good night kiss would be sweet... Mommy."

Somewhere deep in the inner depths of his heart, Jimmy understood that by calling her "Mommy" he was going all in on this very serious little game they were playing. He told himself he was doing it for her sake as he strongly suspected she was feeling quite protective over him.