The Visitors

The Visitors

Part I

Originally Danielle did not much believe in the supernatural, but she did now. Yeah, it's kind of hard not to believe in something that fucks you five times a week.

She was looking for a quiet neighborhood to move to with her son, Michael, when she found what she thought was the perfect house: low rent, reasonable deposit, nice school district and close to her work.

The house was a fix upper though forcing her to, between the down payment and the all the necessary repairs, sink her entire savings into the house.

Much to her surprise, Michael, her eighteen year old and hard to please son, actually liked the house too. He especially liked, as did she, the large back yard containing a nice in ground pool. Beyond the pool was a vast expanse of grass that led to a small woods.

The realtor happily told them the woods belonged to them and was fenced on all sides providing plenty of privacy.

After having closed on the house in the early spring, it took them nearly the rest of the spring, and most of the summer, to get the house fixed up to Dani's liking with the cost of the repairs to make the house livable far exceeding what she originally estimated.

Things remained normal through the end of August before the proverbial shit hit the fan on a warm, early September evening. Although it came as a total shock when it first happened, if she had been paying close attention, Dani might have suspected, at the very least, they were not alone in the old house.

During the course of the summer, Dani experienced, on more than one occasion, the uncanny feeling of being watched—even when she knew she was alone, but passed it off as a simple case of overwrought nerves.

This feeling of being spied on came at two particular times much more than any other. The first was at night when she was getting undressed in her bedroom while the second came during the afternoon, on her days off, when she was lounging out by the pool in one of her sexy bikinis working on her tan.

Dani was a bartender at a popular sports bar and garnered plenty of attention at work with her shoulder length mane of blond hair, matched with a pair of dreamy hazel eyes set in a perfectly appealing face which often flashed a coy smile able to melt the coldest of hearts.

So Dani did know a thing or two about being "watched". In fact, she was more than used to it thanks to one thing in particular: a simply spectacular body.

Crediting a rigorous daily workout regime, combined with a healthy diet, even into her mid-thirties, Dani owned a terrific body with mouthwatering measurements of 32-23-36, making her more than your average mom in the looks department.

At five foot two, she was adorably short, while weighing just a tad under one hundred and twenty pounds. Her abs were firm and nearly fat free, as was her thighs and ass, but the real showstopper was her set of rather sizable tits that she, when the mood struck her, which was more often than not, liked to flaunt.

Dani, a natural born show off, started developing when she was fairly young and by now, at the age of thirty five, she certainly knew how to use her ample boobs to her advantage.

At first, she ignored the feelings of being observed as simple paranoia, but as the feeling not only persisted but grow stronger she started to wonder—was something afoot in the old house.

Things finally came to a head on a warm September evening. She was in her bedroom, late at night, alone, sitting on the bed, her naked body wrapped in a large towel. She just finished her bath and was in the process of rubbing some body lotion on her thighs and tummy when the attack came.

First, the pair of small lamps, setting on the twin nightstands flanking her king sized bed, went out simultaneously, plunging the bedroom into semi darkness.

As she hopped to her feet, meaning to yell at Michael to check the fuse box, she felt a heavy weight hit her squarely in the mid-section, knocking her backwards and onto the bed.

As she tumbled backwards from this surprise assault, the towel wrapped around her body was unceremoniously ripped down and then tossed aside.

The next thirty seconds or so passed in a wild blur for Dani as she felt a pair of rough hands savagely assailing her bare breasts. When she brought her own hands up in self-defense, as she lay prone on her back on the bed, she felt those same rough hands grab them out of mid-air.

He pushed her hands back, pinning them to the bed before dropping down to assault her neck with a series of brutal kisses. His violent kisses then fell down to her bare breasts as she felt them being assaulted by a series of almost savage kisses.

Dani screamed then, loud and long, knowing it had to be a large powerful man attacking her as she could feel his hardness poking at her thighs when she instinctually clamped them shut.

Michael was just coming up the stairs to go to bed when he heard his mom scream. Instantly, he knew something was horribly wrong as his mother was not prone to panic over little things.

Dashing up the stairs two at a time, he burst into the hallway at a full gallop before turning to sprint down the hallway to her bedroom. Finding her bedroom door shut, he paused not wanting to burst in on her in case she was getting undressed or something.

He knocked loudly on the door before raising his voice, "Mom are you alright . . . I heard you scream?"

"Help me, Michael," she cried.

Wasting no time, he burst in the semi dark room, the light was still on in her bathroom, and was greeted by an incredibly beautiful and scary sight: his mom was thrashing about on her bed, her big naked tits bouncing all around, as she yelled, "Get off me."

Michael was both stunned and confused at the same time. Stunned by seeing his mother naked and confused by the fact she appeared to be all alone on her bed. So who was she telling to get off of her?

"What the hell," he exclaimed loudly as he rushed toward the bed. Just before reaching the bed, he felt a powerful draft of cold air, it seemed to be almost solid, blow by him leaving Michael standing there staring at his beautifully naked mom.

Dani stared up from the bed at her son, blinking her eyes in utter confusion. "What the hell just happened?" she muttered under her breath before realizing she was naked and her young son was standing there, staring slack- jawed at her.

"Jesus son, just don't stand there gaping at your mom . . . grab my towel," she snapped as she covered her boobs with her arms.

The spell broken, he felt himself flushing from embarrassment. "W-here is it," he stammered.

"Check the damn floor," she snapped at him again, even more harshly than before. She was both angry and embarrassed, not to mention totally confused and scared, at what just happened.

Glancing down, Michael spied the towel a few feet away laying on the floor. He scooped it up, tossing it to her before turning away.

Dani quickly wrapped the towel back around her body before turning her attention to her son.

"Sorry honey, I . . . I didn't mean to snap at you."

"That's OK . . . but what happened?"

"I . . . Jesus I was attacked. What do you think happened? Call 9-1-1 damn it. My phone is on the nightstand."

As he crossed the room toward the nightstand he couldn't help but to ask, "Attacked by who? I didn't see anyone in the room."

Looking up at him, she whispered, "You didn't see anyone?"

He shook his head no as he picked up the phone and punched in first the nine and then the one before she said, "Wait . . . don't call yet, but I was attacked. I didn't imagine it."

Looking over at her son holding the phone she suddenly imagined the conversation with the 911 operator not going so well. In other words, she imagined just how bat shit crazy she was going to say claiming she was attacked by the fucking invisible man.

Looking down, she had some reddish marks on her breasts which might be proof of an attack but with no one else in the house the police would draw the logical conclusion it must have been her son!

He might be arrested she thought. "Forget it. Put the phone down, Michael."

"You . . . you aren't going to call for the police to come out, Mom?"

"What am I going to say to them?"

"I don't know. That you were attacked and it was dark so . . . so you really didn't see by who and now they must have escaped."

She shook her head no before whispering, "I am going to take a quick shower. I suddenly feel dirty while you go check the house for any signs of . . . you know . . . forced entry or whatever."

Twenty minutes later, they were downstairs sitting side by side on the living room sofa. Dani was naked except for her favorite white satin robe.

"Mom I thoroughly checked. There is no sign of forced entry. Everything seems normal. All the doors are locked, the windows shut." He shrugged his shoulders then.

"Do you want to hear what happened? I'll try to explain it as long as you promise not to call me crazy."

"OK," he said softly before moving closer to her on the sofa.

"First, are you totally sure you didn't see anyone in my bedroom when you burst in."

He shook his head no.

"This is crazy . . . I didn't see anyone either but I was attacked . . . as sure as I am sitting her I was fucking attacked I tell you."

"Maybe . . . maybe it was a bad dream."

Dani was about to snap at him again when she took a deep breath. This was not his fault, yet she was taking it out on him.

"Bad dream huh. Do bad dreams leave you with marks I wonder?" Before she could lose her nerve, she pulled open her robe, allowing him to see the bright red marks on her breasts.

"Jesus Mom . . . that looks awful. Who the fuck did this . . . I'll kill them!"

Dani was flattered by her son's remark as she quickly pulled her robe shut. "Michael, honey, while I appreciate the sentiment, before you kill anyone we have to figure out the 'who' part of who attacked your mother. And I was attacked . . . you see that now right? You see it was no dream. I mean I had just finished my bath and had a towel wrapped around my body as I sat on the bed. And then . . ."

Her voice trailed off then as she really did not want to relive the details of the assault.

"When what? It might help if you tell me exactly what happened?"

She sighed, knowing he was probably right. "There is not much to tell actually. As I said, I took a long, hot bath and then came out into the bedroom. I had my towel on, wrapped around my body and was sitting on the bed rubbing my body lotion on my tummy and thighs when all of a sudden both lamps on the nightstand went out at the same time. I stood up meaning to yell at you to check the fuse box when I was suddenly flung backwards and the towel ripped off my body. Whoever it was . . ."

She stopped shaking her head. "I could not see them. It was like . . . like an invisible man attacking me."

"You know it was a man?"

"Yes, I could feel his . . . well you know, his hardness down there when he was on top of me kissing and clawing my damn breasts like some kind of wild animal."

"Jesus. I think maybe we should call the police."

"Maybe we should honey but before we take that step tell me again . . . You really didn't see anyone when you came flying into the room and there is not sign of anyone breaking in?"

"No . . . on both accounts."

"Well when you came in I could still feel him on top of me but just like you I couldn't see them. So are we going to tell the police that crazy ass story?"

Now it was his turn to sigh heavily. "I see your point."

"And if I show the police the marks on my chest, the bruises on my arms where he grabbed me. . . honey they will probably think me and you had some kind of violent domestic dispute. I mean it happens . . . sometimes sons attack their mothers."

"Mom I would never attack you."

"I know that but the police . . . they don't know that."

"Yeah, you are probably right. Unless we find some kind of evidence to prove it wasn't me maybe it would be best not to call them."

"Yeah I agree."

Michael half heartily suggested maybe she was being haunted/stalked by some kind of vicious and horny ghost, but Dani immediately dismissed the idea as being "ludicrous". They went to bed a few minutes later with the whole thing still wrapped in a shroud of deep mystery.

Things were quiet in the house for the next week allowing Danielle to consider maybe it was a onetime only event. It wasn't.

It was a normal Friday morning when she found, instead of being a onetime event, the wild ride she was about to embark on, was only getting started.

Dani was crossing her bedroom, heading for the door after getting ready for her eleven am shift to seven pm at the bar, when it happened. Just as she opened her bedroom door, it was violently pushed shut from behind her . . . once again by some unseen force.

Things quickly spun of out of control when she was roughly turned around and slammed against the bedroom door. She was about to scream when she felt a hand cover her mouth.

Her snug crème colored blouse was crudely ripped open, just as she felt a plethora of rough kisses rain down on her neck. She closed her eyes while continuing to violently struggle back against the assault deciding it was simply too surreal to keep her eyes open and see the "nothing" attacking her.

Her struggles availed her nothing as her attacker, who or whatever he might have been, was incredibly strong and super aggressive. It clamped one hand over her mouth while leaning its body forward pinning her helplessly against the door as its other hand, the same one that ripped her blouse open, reached down, probing up and under the short little mini skirt she was wearing.

In response, Dani automatically clamped her thighs together denying, for the moment anyways, her attacker from claiming its treasure. A moment later, the hand around her mouth slipped down to her throat, clamping tightly around it.

The hand began to squeeze harder, and harder still, as Dani beat her hands against her attacker's powerful chest to no purpose. She was just starting to swoon from lack of oxygen when he let up.

There was a harsh whisper. "Relax and let me have my way and I promise to be gentle. No more of this . . ." He totally relaxed his grip around her throat. "Better."

In between her desperate gasping for breath, Dani managed to nod her head yes as she forced herself to relax. Whoever, or whatever this was assaulting her, just proved—unequivocally-- who was in charge . . . and it wasn't her.

"Promise you won't scream," the voice now said to her almost gently.

Dani paused before answering, wondering if she should really submit. When his other hand came up from between her legs and began to stroke her face tenderly, she almost screamed before thinking the better of it as she was sure—if she screamed—those two powerful hands would be around her throat and choking the life out of her before Michael could even get there to help.

The voice, in an even softer tone, pleaded for her to, "Promise."

"P-promise," Dani whispered.

"That is better. Break your promise and I will hurt you, badly and then the boy. Understood?"

Dani nodded her head yes as she felt both his hands slip down once more before dipping under her tight mini skirt.

This time she watched, and was wholly amazed at how almost exhilarating it was to watch a pair of gentle, true to his word he was being gentle, unseen hands slowly pulling her panties down from under her skirt. She swallowed hard as her black thong lace panties seemed to dangle in midair all by themselves before being tossed aside.

Next her skirt was patiently raised up by those same unseen gentle hands and then . . . OH MY GOD . . . she let out a sharp hiss when she felt her pussy being tenderly assaulted by a swirling, dipping invisible tongue.

Dani closed her eyes, leaning her head back as this expert tongue lathered her pussy with such artful skill she was soon letting out a small series of whimpers as she spread her legs wider of her own accord.

The tongue found her clit and attacked it with such tender grace she was soon moaning out of control. Her whole body was shaking as she knew it was just a matter of time before a tremendous orgasm washed over her as she let out a series of even louder whimpers.

Just as this tremendous orgasm was building deep inside of her, Michael exited the bathroom a short way down the hall. He was freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his naked body as he padded on down the hallway to his room.

He stopped in his tracks before getting a step or two away. Cocking his head, he listened carefully. From down the hallway, it sounded like his mother was whimpering or maybe moaning . . . loudly.

Curious, and maybe a little worried considering what happened just the other day, Michael headed down the hallway toward his mother's room to investigate.

As he paused in front of her door, he could hear what sounded like the sounds of a struggle coming from just on the other side of the door.

Then she let out a loud moan causing him to believe she was in trouble. This time he didn't bother knocking as he tried to push open the door, but was only able to push it open partially because of the way his mom's body was pressed up against it—as her unknown visitor continued to ravage her pussy with its wicked tongue.

"What the hell . . . Mom are you alright?" he yelled as he pushed harder trying to force the door open.

Dani had just been on the verge of her forced/fantastic orgasm when her son ruined the party. Her visitor simply fled, vanishing without a trace, as Michael popped his head inside the door.

"Jesus Christ . . . what happened, Mom?" he exclaimed as he stood there gawking at his mother with her skirt askew and her blouse ripped open.

Wholly stunned by the sudden attack, Dani could barely form a response.

"Where . . . where is my panties," she finally managed to stammer.

Michael looking around before finding her flimsy lace black panties on the bedroom floor a few feet away.

"Here," he said as he bent over to pick them up. Just touching the damn things caused his cock to jerk under the towel.

"What happened?" he whispered as he handed her the panties.

"Let me get myself together first before I explain, honey," she said as she took her panties from him.

Just as he handed her the panties they both got a rather rude surprise when all of a sudden his towel fell away from his body revealing his semi-erect cock.

"M-mom . . . I didn't do that!" he stammered as he hurriedly snatched the towel up from the floor, just as, from somewhere nearby, came a soft chuckling. It sounded like the laugh of a young, immature boy.

Dani stared briefly at her son's cock before managing to look away. Even though it was only semi-erect, Dani couldn't help but to notice how her son was truly blessed down there. She knew she should have only felt embarrassment for him, and for her, but instead seeing her son's semi boner caused an unbidden stirring of excitement deep inside of her as she mused, briefly, how big his cock must be at full mast.

Regaining her composure she told him softly, "I know you didn't hon. Let me straighten myself out in the bathroom and then we will talk."

One hour later . . .

Dani decided to call in sick to work while Michael took the day off from school. Needing to get out of the house, they went out to lunch, and then, wanting to take advantage of the glorious late summer afternoon, they went and hung out at the park.

Sitting close to one another on a quiet park bench, finally she broached the subject, after deflecting his questions for the past hour, of what exactly happened in her bedroom that morning.

"There is not much to tell, Michael. It was pretty much the same as last time. I was assaulted." Dropping her voice she reached out and took his hands into hers before dropping her voice. "Sexually assaulted that is by . . . by this . . . thing . . . this whatever, that I can't see. I can't go into the details . . . not now though . . . it's just too much."