Tales from the Closet

His hands were cold and squishy feeling, indistinct almost, as she gave them each a gentle kiss before looking up at him as he stood there in front of her. His eyes shone, seemingly the only thing warm and totally alive for him, while they remained glued to her chest.

"You like them baby."

His response, whispered in five words, sent them careening down a forbidden path. "They look warm and beautiful."

"They are warm baby . . . see . . . you can feel them . . . feel their warmth." She pressed his hands to her chest.

Resisting the urge to pull away from their coldness, Paula allowed his icy hands to explore the warmth of her naked breasts for a few quiet moments before her own hands went to the front of his jeans. She clawed desperately at first the button, ripping it open, before yanking the zipper down.

He wasn't wearing any underwear and he was massively hard already. She estimated he must have been a good eight or even eight and half inches.

"Jesus, I can't believe I am doing this," she muttered under her breath as she dumped a generous amount of lube on her right hand.

After wrapping her well-oiled hand around his throbbing cold member, she ran one hand up the length of it slowly while bringing the other hand around to cup his testicles.

Using both hands in perfect tandem, Paula massaged his thick pole with one hand while using the other to gentle jiggle his balls making him moan with quiet pleasure.

"Does Mommy's warm hands feel good baby?"

His only response was another low moan as she gave him a pleasant smile. Unlike the two previous parts of his body she felt, his hands and his face, there was nothing soft or malleable about this hard cock of his.

Again, the feeling of this being a dream washed over her while she stroked his manhood, making him moan ever louder with each caressing wave of her hand up and down.

His hands were all over her tits, both rough and gentle all at once, fondling them with increasingly urgency as she started to stroke his cock faster with her experienced hand.

"Hmm, feels good right honey."

"Oh God . . . Mommy . . ." His voice trailed off as he leaned against her. His hands fell from her breasts, going around her back as he hugged her tightly just as his whole body began to shudder.

Paula was using both of her hands to stroke that massive pole of his and when he came-- with a loud grunt-- both her hands and wrists were the recipients of a substantial amount of warm sperm.

Wanting to clean the sperm off of her hands, she started to get up, but he reached out snagging her by the arm. "Please don't go. I'm still cold and in pain . . . down there."

Paula sat back down. "Really . . . that . . . I mean what I just did . . . it didn't bring some relief to you baby."

"Some . . . a little," he whispered, "but the witch's spell it makes things different."

It took Paula in her dreamlike state a quick moment to recall what happened earlier during the séance when Olga blew the sparkling dust at her son before rambling on about it being some sort of spell.

"Different how honey?"

"I'm hmm, bigger because of the spell . . . you know . . . down there and I can recover, afterwards, much, much faster.

"Yeah, I'd say, you are bigger honey and just really how fast can you, hmm . . . recover?"

"I am ready now . . . for more of your relief."

Paula took a shuddering breath. "Now . . . already . . . but we . . . I mean." Her voice trailed off as she began to understand the implications of what she needed to do . . . again already.

"Please Mommy it still hurts . . . not as much but still a lot."

"OK baby, relax Mommy can take care of you again." She started to reach out meaning to give him yet another hand job when he shook his head no.

"It can't be the same. I can't explain but it will ruin everything. We really must do something different this time to bring me some relief and comfort."

"Oh . . . well . . . I suppose. What do you wanna do this time?" she asked cautiously.

"I am wondering if maybe we could play a little game of sorts before you please me."

"A game honey? What kind of game?" she asked curiously. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was curious as to why he said "us" but decided, just like with Olga, it probably wasn't very prudent to ask questions.

"A game of hide and seek."

"Hmm, hide and seek. That sounds like fun. Can you tell me the details?"

Leaning closer to her, he whispered the details of his game to her.

"Wait, I don't understand honey." Now, prudent or not, she would ask him. "You keep saying "us". I thought we were alone. Is there someone else here with us?"

"We are alone . . . for now, but in just in a minute or so I am going to split myself."

"Split yourself I don't understand, honey. Please explain."

"Remember the witch gave me powers to perform a bit of magic. So, basically, I'm going to conjure up a pair of twins of myself so . . . you will have triplets."

"Wait . . . so . . ." Paula was almost dumbstruck by this fantastic revelation. "So you are going to make two more . . . of yourself?"

"Exactly."

"Really, Jesus that is incredible," Paula mumbled to herself while not really believing what he was saying was possible, but then again what was possible, and not possible, was being rather stretched to the limits of her imagination . . . considering she was interacting with the spirit of her deceased son--and her new best friend was a real dyed in the wool witch.

"Triplets . . . I don't know what to say," Paula told him truthfully.

"You don't have to say anything, but please tell me you are going to play hide and seek with us. Pretty please."

"OK honey, I'll play."

"Good. So you remember what I told you about what you must do? I wanna hear you say aloud with the details, so I can be sure you understand."

"Fine. One of you will be sweet and innocent and when I find him I will seduce him by being overly aggressive with him while still maintaining a good bit of wholesome innocence. As for the other two . . . Hmm, they won't be so innocent and finding them will, most likely, prompt an all-out assault which I must do my best to fend off before finally submitting and giving in to their wanton desires. Is that enough details for you?"

"That is perfect, Mother. I think you understand the game well but one last thing . . . if you can't find us at first maybe you could offer a bribe of sorts to entice at least one of use to come out and play."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So are you ready to play?"

"Yes, but I have one simple question I hope you will answer. Will I be able to recognize you from the other two honey?"

"You will, for sure, as not only will I be the sweet and pure, but the one big thing which will help you know it's me is owing to the splitting up process, I will lose both some height and weight. Yeah, I will look smaller making me appear more sweet and innocent . . . just like you like, Mommy. Oh and one more thing, once I split myself in three, it will be like I'm new and fresh, like a virgin. I won't remember any of the naughty stuff we did earlier."

"Really?"

"Yes. The first time is always the funnest right and besides I . . . well I figure older women prefer to be a guy's first . . . right?"

"I guess being someone's first can be exciting I imagine," Paula replied. The truth is she never deflowered a virgin before so she could only imagine. "Anyways that is interesting and good to know."

Resisting the urge to bother him with more questions about this whole mysterious splitting up process, Paula, the witch's potion was fully in control now, contented herself with just accepting things as they came.

To start the game, she went into the bathroom, where she would slowly count to thirty, giving him time to perform both the splitting operation while also giving all three of them time to hide.

When she came out of the bathroom her bedroom was totally dark except for a trio of flickering candles on each of her nightstands. Her instructions from him were specific on this point, "You are not allowed to turn on any lights or light anymore more candles than the six already lit.

Although, she could not see them, still, she sensed their presence lingering . . . watching . . . waiting. The entire atmosphere of the bedroom felt soaked with pent up sexual tension.

Paula crossed the room to her dresser. Her instructions included putting on something "nice" before she began hunting for them.

Of course, when he said "nice" he meant sexy, of this she was certain. Pawing through the bottom drawer of her dresser where she keep all her real sexy bras and panties, Paula quickly settled on something before heading back to the bathroom to put it on.

A quick minute later, she came swaggering out of the bathroom clad in a lace rose colored bra with matching panties. The bra's immense cups were adorned with a soft scrolling of pretty little flowers giving the bra a sexy innocence appearance she was sure they would like.

Paula strutted about her spacious bedroom, searching every nook and cranny of her bedroom, all to no avail.

Sighing, she headed over to the large walk in closet hoping to find them in there.

She slowly opened the closet door, holding a single candle aloft she grabbed from the night stand, but the puny light did little to reveal whatever might me hiding in the dark corners of the large closet.

Just as she thought she spied a moving dark shadow deep in the closet there came an indistinct noise from out in the bedroom.

Paula quickly turned around. The bedroom was quiet again. She shut the closet door, determined to find the source of the noise.

She once again took a quick minute to strut around the bedroom, her heels clicking audibly on the hard wood flooring of the bedroom, checking everywhere and again finding nothing. Maybe it was time to bribe them as he suggested.

Clearing her throat she announced loudly, "Listen sweethearts, Mommy knows all three of her naughty little boys are in her bedroom . . . hiding and watching her. Now because I am feeling generous tonight I will cut one, and only one, of you a deal, and play a game, a very fun game with whoever decides to step forward first and give their mommy a hint as to where they might be hiding."

When this was met with total silence, Paula decided she maybe had to make her offer more enticing by giving some details of the naughty game she was planning on playing.

Making her voice nice and firm once more, she called out loudly, "OK so the game I wanna play with one of you lucky little boys is called spank and tickle. Basically it involves wresting around on your mommy's large comfortable bed while we both try to overpower each other with a whole lot of spanking and tickling. Hmm, does that sound like fun huh?"

Paula waited with bated breath to see if any of them would take the bait.

A good ten seconds or so passed with the room remaining deathly quiet, leaving Paula to wonder if her bribe of playing a game of spank and tickle simply wasn't enticing enough before she felt something, a finger maybe, slithering along her ankle.

Paula smiled to herself, knowing at least one of them was hiding under the bed. Making an assumption this was the sweet and pure one, Paula took a deep breath as she started to form an aggressive plan of action in her mind.

Raising her voice once more, she said, "Hmm, I wonder if that is some nasty spider under the bed crawling up my ankle or maybe it's some little boy's hand playing tickle with his mommy."

A childish giggle floated out from under the bed, reaffirming her belief she found the original Matthew, aka, the sweet and naive one of the bunch.

Remembering his advice to be aggressive with the innocent one, Paula quickly reached down and snatched what was now a very solid hand.

"Gotcha," she cried out as more giggling ensued from under the bed.

"Gotcha back," he exclaimed as Paula felt his other hand wrapping itself around her ankle.

While maintaining a death like grip on his one wrist, Paula reached down with her other hand, seizing the hand grasping her ankle around its wrist.

Using all of her strength, she yanked hard.

Surprisingly, although both his hands felt wholly solid, when she yanked on them, he felt incredibly light, and came sliding out along the hardwood floor from under the bed easily.

Paula, amped up by situation, her adrenaline flowing, easily manhandled her son, and just like she had been told earlier, he was much smaller and lighter than before.

Prior to his death, Matthew stood about five foot eight and weighed roughly a hundred and sixty pounds. He was certainly not five eight anymore, nor was he weighing anymore close to a hundred and sixty pounds.

He was wearing a pair of dark briefs and a white tee shirt as Paula easily swung him around. Assessing things quickly, Paula determined he might have been just barely over five feet tall now and couldn't have weighed much more than a mere hundred or hundred and ten pounds.

As she spun him around and around, he cried out, "Mommy stop . . . you are making me dizzy."

"Fine, I'll stop then," Paula called out without really meaning it. Continuing with her ultra-aggressiveness, she easily spun him around one last time before attacking his cute little butt with a series of opened handed slaps making him giggle all the more.

After a good half dozen or so of these slaps, she violently flung him face forward onto the bed.

Matthew quickly flipped himself around as Paula stood there gazing down at him. They stared at each other for a quick moment before Matthew whispered, "Oh my God, I am being attacked by the beautiful Boobie Monster."

Thus, with that mere little comment, their game changed from naughty to extra naughty.

Paula smiled as this was exactly the opening she needed to seduce him. Dropping her voice to a sultry whisper, Paula said, "Yes you are and I do think you are utterly powerless to stop her attack little boy, but maybe if you tell me your name the wicked Boobie Monster might go easy on you."

"My name is Matty."

Paula smiled: he was using the old nickname from years gone by. "Well that is an adorably cute name but not quite cute enough to keep the wicked and powerful Boobie Monster from attacking you once more."

Paula took a small step forward, preparing to launch herself onto the bed for a full on attack before she hesitated. "But before I attack I need you to reassure me of something, Matthew."

"What?"

"If we are really going to play this game I want it to be . . . ahh real and fair."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you can't cheat by doing any of your tricks. I want it to be as if . . . you know . . . we were doing this little game when you were still . . ." Her voice trailed off as she was simply unable to say it.

"Still alive is what you were going to say, Mom?"

"Yes."

"I agree. No tricks, I will be perfectly normal . . . like before. . . . Except for you know smaller like you already see I am."

"Great that is what I was hoping to hear."

"So is there anything else we need to add to our game before we get started?" Matthew asked anxiously, obviously ready to play.

Paula thought for a quiet moment before saying, "Well I am thinking it might be fun if we sort of pretended the young victim was all alone in the house, his mom was away and would be away for the entire night, and he decided to sleep in her bed for the night . . . and then as he is sleeping peacefully the wicked Boobie Monster sneaks into the mother's bedroom to attack her victim in his mommy's bed."

"Yes, I like that," he replied eagerly as she retreated to the bathroom with her phone where she would wait for five minutes, giving her "victim" time to fall asleep before entering the bedroom to attack him.

Paula paced excitedly in the bathroom while she waited the allotted time. She knew this little game of theirs was--unquestionably--going to have a wicked ending, especially as she set her mind to being the wicked, and quite naughty, Boobie Monster.

The Boobie Monster noiselessly stole out of the bathroom and into the bedroom; it was completely dark, except for a pair of flickering candles across the room on her vanity table.

In the dim light of the room, the wicked monster could just make her victim's prone form under the covers of the bed.

She waited, letting the already super charged sexual tension build to a nearly unbearable level. Listening intently, the Boobie Monster noted her victim seemed to be sound asleep.

She briefly considered stripping off her panties and bra before rejecting the idea. It would be better she thought to not let him see her naked . . . at least not right away.

Deciding she would use a stealthily, seductive form of an attack the Boobie Monster crept up quietly to the bed, before slipping soundlessly under the covers.

He was sleeping on his side, his back to her as the wicked monster nestled up against the sleeping boy. The monster was disappointed to find her victim was not naked under the covers, but instead was wearing a pair of briefs.

His only response, as she pressed her body up against his, was a soft whisper. "Is that you Mommy?"

Bringing her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Yes, it's Mommy, honey. I was able to come home early, now roll over and give me a kiss before I let you go back to sleep."

"OK," he responded lowly.

After pulling back slightly, allowing him room to roll over onto his back, the monster noticed something which made her heart race. Attached to each of the two upper posts of the four poster bed were the purple fur lined handcuffs.

The monster smiled. Maybe her victim was not so chaste after all as he must have attached the cuffs to the bed while she was in the bathroom waiting for him to pretend to fall asleep. It was also obvious he attached them for one reason and one reason only--he wanted them to be used. But on him or her: that was the million dollar question.

"Hey," he cried out after rolling over to face her, "you . . . you are not my Mommy."

"No, I'm not! I'm the wicked and most evil Boobie Monster and I wanna play with you tonight. Will you let me? I promise I'll play nice if you just relax and let me have my way with you."

"No never . . ." Matty cried out in mock horror.

"Then you'll force me to attack you using my major weapons."

Not giving him time to respond, Paula aggressively flung herself onto him. Leaning down, she shoved her tits in his face as the much smaller Matty struggled-- to no avail-- to free himself from her aggressive attack.

She was simply too big and too strong for his reduced size as the monster began to smother her young victim with her mighty boobs. Actually, her victim was really not struggling too terribly much to free himself from her attack as he loved the feel of the monster's bra clad tits in his face.

As they thrashed around on the bed, she grabbed his hands forcing them upwards toward the waiting handcuffs. The handcuffs were already open and just waiting for some poor innocent victim's wrist to be thrust inside.

Before Matty even realized what was happening, he found one of the fur lined handcuffs being secured around his wrist.

"Gotcha you now," the monster cried our triumphantly. "Relax now and let me secure your other wrist and I will be nice and give you some real friendly kisses if you do."

"Promise" he whispered.

"Yes, yes, I promise," she said happily as she felt him relax.

She quickly secured his other wrist to the opposite bed post leaving him utterly under her control.

Raising up now that her victim was wholly secured, the Bobbie Monster smiled sweetly at him.

"You promised me kisses," he whined.

'Yes I did, and kisses you shall have, sweetie."

Reaching out, she carefully pulled the blanket down and off the bed, leaving just a single sheet to cover his nearly naked body.