Vengeance Gone Wickedly Awry

"Mom," Go!" Conner said pushing his mother off the bed as he bravely angled his body between it and his mother.

"Honey, no," Vicky said as she stumbled to her feet.

"Go, save yourself," he implored her as he recklessly threw himself at the ugly creature with the sharp teeth and misshapen, worm eaten face.

Vicky could not leave her son. She advanced toward the bed but as she did, Conner managed to twist himself out of the grasp of his attacker. Leaping off the bed and onto the floor, he grabbed his mother, pushing her toward the door.

Once they reached the door, Conner pushed his mother out into the hallway. Crying out, he said, "Run and don't look back, Mom. I will be right behind you."

Then the door slammed shut and she was alone in the hallway. She started to obey her son and hurry down the hallway but didn't get more than ten feet before she stopped and hurried back. He was supposed to be right behind her. Where was he? She rushed back to the bedroom door, pounding on it, as she twisted and yanked at the handle to no avail. On the other side of the door she could hear noises, animal like, passionate like, and it made her blood run cold.

Steeling herself, the mother slammed her shoulder into the door. Hard. She felt it give just a little. Bracing herself, once again, she was in sheer panic by now, the mother hurled her whole body against the door. The door let out an audible creak this time but still held. Pissed off now, Vicky once more slammed her body against the door and was rewarded when the old wooden door gave way allowing her to burst inside the room.

She stood there frozen to the spot. Staring. Her son was naked on the bed--doing the unthinkable -- doggy style in the middle of the bed. The Lady in White twisted her head around between moans as Conner gave her his love, over and over again. She smiled at the mother before hissing, 'The boy belongs to me now, bitch.' Poor, poor Vicky, upon hearing this, upon seeing the thing's toothy, wicked grin . . . fainted dead away and when she awoke some ten minutes later all she could find of her son was his underwear. The end."

Vicky smiled at her son before running her fingers lightly through his hair. "So what did you think of your Mommy's bedtime story, honey."

"That was some story, Mommy and scary too." It was all her could think to say as his mother sat there with a self-satisfied little grin on her pretty face.

"Well I hope you liked it, but now Mommy is going to take the candle and go downstairs and sleep on the sofa."

Conner said nothing as his mom picked up the candle and started to cross the room toward the door. She was almost out the door, when Conner, he simply could not let her leave, cried out. "Mommy . . . are . . . are you really going to leave me here, alone, in the dark?"

She paused at the doorway. Holding the candle aloft, she could just barely see him across the room. He looked scared. Repressing yet another smile, she said, "But honey I thought that is what you wanted. I mean, you told me earlier, on the way here tonight how bound and determined you were to actually see the Lady in White. Well, being alone in the dark . . . in the bedroom she died in, no less, don't you think that will increase your chances of seeing her?"

"I suppose . . . but I . . . ahh, am thinking maybe I really don't want to see her so much after all."

She crossed the room toward the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she whispered, "Hmm, I think someone's story about the Lady in White and her misshapen face and sharp teeth scared some little boy huh?"

"Maybe," he replied softly. "Can't you . . . stay with me? Please . . . at least until I fall sleep maybe."

"Hon, where would I stay? There is no place to sit here for me to watch over you."

"You . . . you could get in the bed with me . . . I mean . . . if you want."

"I could huh? Maybe you would let me snuggle you so tightly under the covers this one last time . . . if I agree?"

"Yes, pretty please Mommy, I agree. You can snuggle me . . . that sounds nice. Please, pretty please."

Vicky noted the desperate tone in her son's voice. He really wanted her to stay with him, even if it meant crawling under the covers with him. The thought of being in bed with her eighteen year old son sent quiet shivers up and down her spine while resonating deep within her soul.

The truth was, like all good mothers, Vicky was afraid of losing her son to adulthood; the sad truth facing her was he simply would not need his mommy anymore, but now, here he was pleading, begging even, for her to crawl in bed with him, where they would snuggle lovingly under the covers.

It was something she simply could not resist, but first, she would have to take care of something.

"OK, your mommy will crawl in bed with her baby, but first let me check on something OK?"

Vicky deciding she could not have their moment ruined by her wicked plan to prank him, would pop her head in the closet real quick and call the whole thing off with Seong.

"Sure, but hurry please."

"I will baby," she murmured as she crossed the room toward the closet, holding the lit candle in her hand, but before she could get a couple steps away Conner spoke up.

"Can you leave the candle . . . please?"

"Sure hon," Vicky replied as she turned and sat the flickering candle back down on the nightstand next to the bed.

She quietly pushed open the partially open closet door a bit wider before popping her head in. Dropping her voice to a low whisper so her son would not hear, she said, "Seong, I'm calling it off. Wait a few minutes until everything is quiet and then sneak out. I will still pay you in full anyways . . . OK?"

The closet was so dark she could barely see inside but as she quietly whispered to her would be partner in crime, she thought she discerned a shadow moving in the darkness over in the far corner of the large walk in closet. The shadow appeared to be clad in white, which, of course, fit the game plan of Seong wearing some kind of white lingerie to imitate the infamous The Lady in White.

Then from the same spot deep in the closet came a quiet voice, "Yes, Mrs. Hall."

Vicky noted there seemed to be something different about that quiet voice speaking to her from the dark corner of the closet. It had a certain quality to it, a longing maybe, which did not quite fit Seong's voice as Vicky remembered it, but before she had time to reflect deeper upon this anomaly, Conner was calling out to her.

"Mommy, hurry up. What are you doing by the closet anyways?"

Not wanting Conner to be privy to her planned trick to scare the hell out of him, Vicky quickly stepped away from the closet before pushing the door almost closed. "Hmm, nothing son, I was just checking to make sure there is no . . . ahh ghosts lurking in the closet that might wanna scare mommy's sweet, innocent baby boy."

Vicky quickly crossed the room, which was suddenly very chilly, more than a little anxious to get under the warm covers next to her desperate and needy son.

No sooner had Vicky crawled under the covers of the bed than Conner was pulling her close to him. "Hmm, you must really want your mommy to cuddle you hon . . . or maybe you are just scared from the scary bedtime story she just told you."

"Both I think," Conner whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, I am glad my baby needs his mommy so very much," she said as she carefully smoothed his long, unkempt hair away from his face.

"Was Mommy's story really that scary baby?" she whispered as she pulled him tighter against her.

"Yes, enough where I don't think I can maybe get to sleep right away."

"Well don't worry about that because your mommy maybe has a little something to help make you feel nice and safe enough so you can slip off to sleep."

"What is that?" he asked almost eagerly . . . praying it would be something nice like some kisses. Lucky for him, someone was listening and his prayer was answered.

"Hmm, everyone knows a mommy's sweet kisses, applied softly and sweetly and in just the right spots, can keep scared little boys safe from most anything in the world?"

"Really, Mommy," Conner said, while altogether liking where their playacting might be taking them.

"Yes, it's true. So you want some . . . you want some of your mommy's kisses?"

"Yes," he quietly answered.

"OK, lay back, and close your eyes and mommy will shower her baby with such an overabundance of sweet kisses that no monster, or ghost, or scary thing could possibly do him harm."

Conner obeyed as he turned over on his back and shut his eyes.

Her first two kisses, soft and innocent, fell on each of his cheeks, before she planted one on the tip of his nose.

"You want more, sweetie?" she whispered.

"Yes, please."

Moving up, Vicky placed a pair of gentle kisses on his forhead before kissing both of his cheeks once more.

When she started to pull back, Conner quietly spoke up. "Can I have some more . . . please Mommy?"

Again, his voice came across as so desperate and pleading she simply could not resist.

She gave him a pair of kisses on each of his ears, followed in quick succession by one more kiss a piece on his nose, cheeks and forehead.

"There now that should be enough to protect you from anything baby," she told him as she pulled back one more time.

"Can't I have just a few more kisses? Please Mommy."

"OK but I'm afraid Mommy is running out of places to kiss her little boy . . . except maybe here . . ." Her heart raced as she dragged one finger along the length of her son's lips, wondering if he would give her the OK to kiss him there.

"There would be real nice I think," Conner said, giving her the exact answer she wanted to hear.

Lowering her lips to his, she kissed him lightly at first, once, twice and then a third time before she started to pull back.

"More," he whispered.

"More?" she responded, happy to give him more, and maybe even happier that he wanted more.

Lowering her lips to his once more, she gave him several kisses, more meaningful this time as she pressed her lips firmly against his.

After several breathless kisses, she finally managed to exhibit some self-control and pull back from the brink as things were just on the verge of spinning out of control.

Settling herself down on her back next to him, she whispered, "There you are fully protected from all harm now baby but if you are still scared maybe . . ."

Conner interrupted her. He was not really scared, never had been really, but was acting the part to see how willing, and how far, his "mommy" would go in comforting him. Now, taking advantage of this latest opening, he cried out, "I am still scared Mommy of that stupid Lady in White. I don't want her to come get me. Can you cuddle me really, really tight and keep me safe . . . at least till I fall asleep?"

"Of course, baby . . . Here snuggle up next to me and place your head down . . . here . . ." Reaching out, she snaked one hand around the back of his head, pushing it down to her chest. "Lay that adorable little face of yours, tight now, against your mommy's bosom as it's a well-known fact the safest place in the world for a scared little baby boy to lay his head is in between his mommy's breasts."

Conner's heart skipped a beat when he felt his face being pushed down, and in between his mom's big, firm breasts. Indeed, lying there, his face snuggled between her healthy, full sized tits, he did feel safe. Although he liked the way her soft bra cups felt against his cheeks, he wished the stupid thing wasn't in the way.

Vicky, for her part, felt an overwhelming sense of absolute pure love for her young son -- tinged ever so delicately- with feelings of forbidden lust. The indelicate and spicy truth was simple, yet complex: what she wanted was to do more than to just cuddle her son's adorable little face in between her prodigious breasts. What she wanted, what she truly needed, but knew she could not have, was to feel his lips brushing up against her taunt, fully erect nipples, suckling them into his greedy, desperate mouth.

With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes, trying to banish such forbidden thoughts, as she continued to lovingly stroke his long, soft hair, allowing him to feel safe enough where in a mere matter of minutes he was sleeping peacefully.

Vicky, knowing her secret desires was hopelessly out of reach, especially now that he was sleeping so soundly, soon joined him in a quiet slumber.

The room was deathly quiet as the closet door slowly creaked open and she slipped out. Pausing at the foot of the bed, she could hear both of their low breathing. Gliding up to the son, she lowered her mouth, whispering some quiet words in his ear before crossing back to one of the bedroom's far corners to wait.

Within a few minutes, Conner's eyes flickered open. He had been dreaming. The Lady in White had come to him in his dream, looking so hot and desirable in her sexy two piece ensemble consisting of a sheer white strapless bra top, which showed off an absolutely scrumptious set of large, pear shaped breasts, matched with a pair of sheer white panties. Her dark, perfectly tanned, Asian skin glowed with unearthly beauty. Her black hair was pinned up in back with a dark scarf with several loose strands hanging down, giving her a bit of a sexy motherly look.

In his dream, she stroked the side of his face sweetly before whispering, "Conner honey, can you and your mommy show me more of your love? Death is so cold and lonely. Show me more of those sweet kisses you were sharing earlier with each other. Please, pretty please, do this for me and I promise I won't show you my dark side, my scary side . . . like in your mommy's story. Can you do this for me?"

"Yes," Conner murmured.

"Good, I will be watching and expecting to see you and your mommy share your love for each other . . . And this time, don't hold back in exploring your love for each other, neither of you. Promise me . . . or else . . ."

She flashed him a malignant grin then which just hinted at, for the barest of seconds, a mouthful of sharp, evil looking teeth.

Conner awoke with a start. Lifting his head up from the warmth of his mother's bosom, he felt a cold chill crawling slowly up his spine as he spotted her in the far corner.

The dream--it was real. Conner knew this now as he also knew, without a doubt, the legendary Lady in White was real.

Reaching over, he shook his mom gently.

"Hmm, what is it honey?" Vicky mumbled still half asleep.

"She is here, Mommy."

"Who is here baby?"

"The Lady in White."

"Oh, that is just my friend . . ." Vicky shook her head, coming further awake. She almost spilled her secret.

"Just my friend? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing baby. Your mommy was still half asleep when she said that. I think I had been dreaming about a friend of mine. Now go back to sleep."

Vicky laid her head back down, falling into a fitful sleep. Maybe she would not have slipped so easily back to sleep if she knew what was in store for her with the balance of her evening passing in a drunken, champagne induced haze full of wild, sexy drama as she slipped from one naughty dream to another, never knowing--really-- if she was awake or if she was, in fact, dreaming.

The first of her naughty dreams, or at least she believed them to be dreams at the time, started off sweetly. She was being held tightly by her son from behind in a spooning position when she felt the bed shift. It felt like someone was getting into the bed next to her.

Vicky's eyes fluttered open, but all she could detect was her son's quiet breathing next to her so, closing her eyes again, she immediately slipped back to sleep and was dozing peacefully. Sometime later, she could not have rightly said how long, she felt her son kissing her vulnerable neck area. After several light, exploratory kisses, he stumbled upon the exact spot at the nape of her neck that turned her to butter.

"Hmm that feels nice, Connie," she mumbled in her sleep, "but maybe you had better stop, baby."

A soft feminine voice came out of the darkness. It was close, right in front of her. "How about this . . . does this feel nice, Mrs. Hall."

The voice was too faint for her to say for sure, but it sounded like Seong's voice. The young dancer always addressed her formerly, plus it had a slight Korean accent to it, but, then again, it couldn't be Seong as Vicky had told her to go home. Maybe the playful Seong, instead of going home, decided to stick around and do a bit of teasing or maybe she was dreaming after all.

Either way, what happened next was both deliciously fun and extremely forbidden as Vicky felt a pair of soft lips, female lips, caressing her own just as Conner's kisses all along her neck became more aggressive.

"Hmm, nice yes," Vicky murmured, deciding it must be a dream, especially since she was prone to having very realistic sexy dreams anyways.

Wanting to see just who was kissing her from the front, in her naughty dream, Vicky opened her eyes but it was too dark inside the bedroom for her to make anything out except for the vague outline of a shape next to her in the bed.

"Go back to sleep Mrs. Hall, remember it's all just a dream," the shape softly intoned to her.

Finding it easy to obey this soft, soothing voice, again it sounded like Seong, even more so this time, Vicky let her eyes fall shut again; yes, having enjoyed too much champagne made it easy.

The kissing fest continued with the feminine kisses from the front, in particular, becoming more insistent when she felt a tongue probing inside her mouth. Vicky opened her mouth wider, allowing the tongue full access just as she felt her son's hands cupping her breasts through her bra.

"No Connie . . . you . . . you can't," she whispered, but when her mild rebuke was ignored and she tried to raise her hands, planning on swatting her son's restless and naughty hands off her tits, her planned efforts were thwarted when whoever was in front reached out, taking her hands into her own.

Vicky's hands were now trapped by a pair of female hands, both strong and incredibly soft, allowing her son to continue to fondle her boobs playfully and gently . . . just as she loved.

After letting out a gentle sigh, Vicky whispered, "Oh God what is happening to me?"

"Just a sweet naughty dream Mrs. Hall. Relax and let it happen."

"But--"

Any further protests on her part was swallowed up in a wave of forbidden lust when she felt her face being turned around before Conner started kissing her full on the lips.

In between kisses, he whispered to her, "Shhh Mommy you have to listen to her or she will hurt me . . . you must . . . please. Promise me."

Before she could answer she felt a glass being pressed against her lips. "Drink," the female voice told her gently. "Go on."

Vicky wanted to protest more, especially since she knew with absolute certainly she didn't need to drink more champagne, but when Conner started to plead with her to obey, Vicky found she simply lacked the will power to say no . . . to either of them. Anyways, did it really matter as it was only a dream . . . right?

Vicky took a large swallow of the champagne and then another. "Promise me Mommy . . . promise me you will obey The Lady in White."

"Honey there is no lady in white its only my . . . my . . ." Her voice trailed off to nothing as she felt her hands being tightly squeezed, just before the previously soft female voice hissed in her ear. "Listen to your son, Mrs. Hall . . . you must obey . . . or else."

The implied threat in the voice was evident, chilling Vicky to the bone. Not in a position to do much of anything other than agree, if this was a dream it mattered little anyways, she whispered quietly, "I shall obey."

"Good," the voice in front, again sweet, told her just as she felt the glass of champagne being pressed back to her lips. "Finish it . . . quickly and keep your eyes shut."