Locked Together with Mom

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Prologue: 100 Years Ago
The Lady was a tall, graceful woman. Her wealth came from being a distant relative of a European royal family, but her power came from being beloved in the community since moving to America.
In those days, men ruled society, but she was a notable exception. She financed local politicians along with charities that she believed in. She was a big player in the business scene as well, controlling many of the imports and exports with her fortune.
What no one knew — what no one could have ever imagined — was that the Lady had brought to America something she had learned from the royal family. To her, Americans were tame in regards to pleasures of the body and the various ways to indulge.
A woman like her was accustomed to the best of everything. Only the finest of delight and satisfaction. In her world, every vice was acceptable once the doors were closed and she was away from the public eye.
Her son was old enough to be the man of the house, so she treated him as such. Lady sexually indulged with him in every room of her lavish manor. She sucked his manhood while having desserts. She rode her son while live music played. It was the finest pleasure a sophisticated woman could have.
She wore custom tailored erotic outfits for him, never caring that the maids and butlers were aware of this debauchery. To her, they were servants. Inside the walls of the manor, all she cared about was her own desire, and that of her son's.
What she also brought to America was something that science couldn't understand. Something passed down from her family for several generations and she didn't fully understand it either. Adding to her sexual excitement, she often wore family jewelry when she had sex with her son, telling him that they'd be doing this forever and ever.
Modern Day
Detective Amy Hubert was the city's best burglary investigator. So when the manor of a top political donor had been struck by professional criminals, she had personally been requested for the job.
She arrived at the scene at approximately 8:32 on a Monday morning. With her was the usual crew, a team of forensic experts who examined the premises for trace materials and latent prints.
Also with Detective Hubert was her son, a rookie police officer, who one day hoped to become a detective as well. She wasn't thrilled with the idea of her son becoming a cop, but she also understood. And if her son was interested in following her footsteps, then she insisted that he be well-versed.
"Thoughts?" she asked as they walked around the courtyard after taking statements.
Edward pondered for a moment. "It's interesting. The facts seem unusual."
And he was right. A safe was opened and the valuables were stolen. Paintings had gone missing. Artifacts had also disappeared.
There was zero evidence of forced entry or foul play. Security cameras seemed to have glitched at the moment the items were stolen. It could have been an inside job, but having reviewed the rest of the security footage, the whereabouts of the manor staff were all accounted for.
And in Detective Hubert's opinion, none of the staff seemed like people who would pull off a job of this magnitude. Her instincts were most often correct about these things.
"It could be an insurance scam," Amy noted. "Perhaps the owner of this manor needs money for whatever reason and he staged it."
Edward gestured around. "Doesn't seem like these people need money."
"Yes, we'll have to inquire further. Things aren't always as they appear."
They finished their walk around the premises where they discussed theories and potential routes of entry, and concluded that this was puzzling. It was too clean. Amy's instincts leaned towards an inside job.
Speaking of which, a man in his 40's named Carlyle approached them. She had already interviewed him inside the manor and he seemed a bit suspicious, like he was hiding something.
"May I have a word, detective?" Carlyle asked.
"Yes, of course. Let's keep it out here if you want privacy."
Detective Hubert could tell that there was something this man wanted to get off his chest, but it wasn't something that she could truly prepare for.
"This is going to sound strange," Carlyle said. "You'll probably think I'm crazy."
"You can tell me anything," she replied. "It'll be off the record if you want."
Carlyle nodded. "Off the record will be great. But I don't know how to say this."
"I've heard it all. Edward is my trainee. Whatever you say will remain confidential, with certain exceptions, of course."
The man gave an uncomfortable wince. "I'm assuming you found no evidence of any break-in."
"None so far. I have a great team and they're still doing a thorough inspection."
"I think you might not find anything," Carlyle managed to speak.
"Why is that? Did someone in the manor do it? Were you involved?"
She looked at him with gentle eyes, allowing the man to confess whatever needed to be confessed. Unlike her male colleagues, Amy often settled for a softer approach when dealing with people.
"Detective Hubert, there have long been rumors that the manor is haunted. There. I said it. That's why I think you won't find anything."
"Haunted?" she asked rhetorically. "As in, ghosts?"
"As crazy as that sounds, yes."
"I'm keeping an open mind. What makes you say this?"
"Sometimes things go missing or move around. It's been that way for as long as I've lived here. My family and the staff talk about it sometimes, but never at length."
Detective Hubert nodded. "Have you ever personally witnessed anything?"
"No, never. This is completely hearsay. But I just wanted to give you a heads up about this."
"I appreciate the notice. Is there anything else you can tell me?"
"Only that we're honest people," Carlyle replied. "There's a belief that strange things occasionally happen, so it should be considered. I honestly don't want you to think that we're wasting your time or committing fraud."
"That hadn't crossed my mind," she politely smiled.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad."
Amy and her son went back inside the manor for another look. None of the interviews produced anything useful and the forensics team found nothing of value. In her experience, when dead ends arise, it's best to keep looking at points of entry to figure out how a criminal would think.
The manor was something fit for a royal family and there were rooms upon rooms. The place was practically a maze.
She explained to her son all the potential entryways she was noticing. However, nothing was damaged and there weren't any signs of force. The alarms were still intact and the cameras saw nothing.
"Maybe that guy was right," Edward suggested.
Amy gazed around the room. "You never know. Although my reputation would be ruined if I put 'jewelry taken in a haunted house' in the official report."
"It could work if we found evidence of that. Carlyle knows more than he's telling us. He just doesn't want to admit it."
"I think you watch too many movies."
While examining a bedroom window, Amy's entire body jerked from a stinging slap on her ass. Grimacing, she spun around.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" she snapped at her son.
Edward looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't slap my ass while we're working," she whispered this time, making sure that no one in the manor could hear them. "In fact, don't ever slap my ass again. It's not funny."
"Are you serious? I didn't touch you."
"Whatever. Just don't pull anymore gags while we're working, or else I'll kick you off my team."
"I swear that wasn't me," he insisted. "I wasn't even looking in your direction."
Amy gave up and sighed. "Let's go to the next room."
"Sure, but I swear I didn't do whatever you're accusing me of."
Giving her son a skeptical eye, she left the room and they went down the hall to a library. It was like something out of a movie, with a bookcase filled with classic literature, maps of the world and ancient artifacts.
There was a large window in the room, which made sense that burglars could enter from there, but then again, forensics had already inspected that area and found nothing. Amy stood in the library and imagined any possible way this room could have been used.
"This is the cleanest major burglary I've ever seen," she said, before sarcastically adding, "I'm starting to think that Carlyle was right about this place being haunted."
Before she could take another step, Amy felt an acute pain from deep within her core. At first, she worried it was some sort of unexpected, emergency medical issue. The feeling was twisting and turning the muscles around her lower abdomen. Her face grimaced hard.
"Are you okay?" Edward asked, rushing over to her.
"I… I'm fine. I'll be okay."
The bizarre twisting sensation in her core moved lower and the pain became an intense feeling of pleasure. Her g-spot was being pushed, pulled, and rubbed from deep within. Her legs nearly crossed as she stood there and her eyes turned wide.
Amy gasped for air. "I suddenly have a newfound respect for the metaphysical…. that was a joke… let's go outside. I need fresh air."
"You look like you're in serious pain."
She tried walking gingerly. "It's not pain anymore. I don't want to describe it."
The twisting feeling was beginning to fade, but whatever it was, it was still stroking her sensitive g-spot. Arousal and detective work never go together. She was a true professional and sex was always the last thing on her mind. Only now, because of whatever this was, her desires were being inflamed.
Edward nodded and said, "Let's go outside, then."
They went to the door which slammed in their faces. A clicking sound echoed and they knew they were locked. Amy reached for the handle, and as expected, they were trapped.
"What the hell?" she fumed.
"Okay, now this is scary."
"There must be a logical explanation. I'll call someone to unlock the door.
Detective Hubert reached in her pocket to get her phone. No signal. She had texted earlier while inside the manor and her phone worked fine.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's no signal on my phone."
Edward took out his own phone. "Hmm… my phone doesn't have a signal either."
"This is very odd."
"Should we bang the door?"
"That could be tampering with a crime scene," she replied. "Everything on this premises is potential evidence. That's one of the main rules of burglary investigations."
At the very least, she was glad this was a teachable moment for her son. This was, after all, meant to give her son a tutorial on how to conduct investigations. Never could she have imagined that she'd be in such a dilemma herself.
"I'll try to knock gently on the window," he said. "People are outside and they might be able to see us."
"Good idea."
Edward took a few steps towards the window, then suddenly, Amy felt a pulsing sensation around her g-spot. It was the most intense rush of her life. It usually took her a while to build up to an orgasm. She needed a lot of foreplay and the right mental stimulation before a climax.
Now, Amy was on the brink. She stood there like a mannequin as things were going on within her and she prayed she wouldn't cum in front of her son. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw was hanging.
"Mom? What's happening to you?"
The look on her son's face was fear.
"Something is stimulating me," she admitted, needing to be honest about this.
Edward was puzzled. "Were you drugged?"
"No, no. It's not a chemical reaction… it's… something is moving inside of me."
Now her son looked panicked and she worried that Edward would break the door or window to get themselves out, in which case they'd have to explain this. And the last thing Detective Hubert wanted was to type this on the official report.
"Do you think Carlyle was right?" he asked, not wanting to believe it despite all the concerning signs. "What does it feel like? Tell me."
Her son timidly approached her, having no clue how to handle this situation. Sure, as a police rookie, Edward had his share of basic medical knowledge, but this went far beyond anything taught in the academy.
"It literally feels like my insides are being massaged," she admitted as she stood there frozen, though refusing to admit her g-spot was being stroked.
The movement shifted and she thought it would fade. But she was wrong. As the stroking feeling left her vaginal area, she felt sensations in her chest. Amy's breasts were small but her dark pink nipples were generously sized and were notoriously sensitive. Sucking and pulling at them had always brought her to the edge.
Her breasts were prodded by invisible fingers beneath her bra. She stood there horrified as she was being groped in yet another intimate area. She gazed at her son while wide-eyed again and her jaw dropped.
The prodding moved closer to the center of each tit. Finding its intended target, the mysterious force settled on her long nipples, giving them soft pinches and gentle twists, making her squirm once more.
"Has the pain moved to your chest?" he asked.
Amy took a short breath. "I think I'm losing my mind."
"How can I help? What can I do?"
"You have to see this. I really need you to see this. Okay?"
"Sure, of course. Anything."
Her son was as frantic as she was and the tension was unbearable.
Detective Hubert unbuttoned her blouse to expose a white bra. Her son hadn't seen her nipples since breastfeeding age. Given the circumstance, there wasn't much choice but to reveal them. She needed a witness to ensure her sanity was still intact.
Lifting her bra, she exposed her small breasts and long pink nipples. The look on Edwards's face was that of amazement. She wondered if Edward was awestruck at the sight of her nipples. That these were mom's and it was a taboo to see them. Or that Edward was seeing the unusual.
Amy looked down at her tits. She gasped seeing her nipples being stretched and pulled outwardly. It was happening on its own like something out of a movie with an invisible man. If she wasn't so stunned by what she was witnessing, she'd be screaming.
"Oh my god," Edward also gasped.
The invisible pinching and pulling suddenly stopped and Amy's nipples returned to their normal shape. Only now, her nipples were fully erect from the direct stimulation.
"Now do you believe me?" she asked.
"I never doubted you. Shit, I guess Carlyle was right about this place. We need to get out of here."
"Good call."
Keeping her tits exposed seemed obscene, so Amy pulled her bra down when she noticed that her son was still staring at her breasts. She tried not to feel embarrassed about giving him a show. This was necessity, after all. An emergency of supernatural and epic proportions.
She buttoned her blouse as fast as she could.
When the last button was finished, a sudden force ripped her blouse open down the middle, sending the buttons flying across the room. Amy had been shot at twice before in her law enforcement career, but nothing could have prepared her for this. She was in a state of utter shock as her blouse remained open.
A force pulled her bra down from the front, exposing her nipples once again. She felt the same sensations as before; pulling, stretching, and pinching. She looked down and saw the contorted shape of her fondled nipples.
"What's happening?" she asked in a small voice.
Edward was equally stunned. "I don't know, mom. I'm going to smash the window so we can get help."
"No! Don't."
"I… I feel something…"
The fondling in Amy's breasts stopped. Now, her nipples were being pulled forward. She was being led across the room by her outstretched nipples, guiding her directly towards the window, step by step.
"I'm scared," Edward said.
"So am I. But we shouldn't be."
"Why not?"
"It's stroking my g-spot," she reluctantly admitted. "It wants me to feel something."
The deep pleasure inside her vagina had returned after being guided towards the window. She now had a view of the courtyard, and thankfully, no one was outside to see this. It could have been the end of her professional reputation if anyone from the forensics team saw her standing by the window with her breasts exposed.
A force arched her back so that she bent forward, pressing her face firmly against the window glass. The same force undid the button and zipper of her pants, yanking it down in a vengeful manner. Amy reached to feel her butt, and it confirmed what she thought, that her panties were also down.
Her pants and panties were down at her ankles and her bare butt was sticking out in the library. The twisting in her nipples returned. The internal stroking of her g-spot was making her want to cry in agony and pleasure. Never in her wildest fantasy could she have imagined such an intense, carnal feeling.
"Jesus, what's happening?" Edward said in fear.
"Ed… Ed… you have to… oh god…"
While her body was frozen in that bent-over position, she felt a different sensation in her vagina. Instead of stroking her g-spot, the force was opening her vaginal entrance. It was the same feeling as going to an ob/gyn for a medical examination, only here, there wasn't a doctor and there was no speculum.
It was a force beyond anything they could comprehend that was opening her pussy. Amy looked at her son who appeared mystified by the sight of it.
"The situation is getting worse," Edward said, stunned. "It's turning its attention to me now."
"What? How?"
She wondered if this would be where they'd meet their fate. That this would kill them like in a horror movie. Because at this point, neither of them could deny that they were powerless against the supernatural.
Those fears were eased when she noticed a stirring in her son's pants. Now it was Edward's turn to freeze up and be helpless. It was also the moment that Amy realized that the entity was only interested in sex, not hurting them.
"Please, just relax," Amy said to calm her son. "Don't fight it. It won't hurt you."
Edward's right leg twitched. "It's doing weird things to me."
"I know it is. I know. I can see it happening. Stay calm, it's not going to hurt you."
The stirring in her son's pants continued and she had never seen Edward look so helpless. The button was undone and the zipper came down, even as the movement around the crotch area continued. Amy was certain that her son was erect at this point, as any young man would be with this much stimulation.
When the pants were pulled down, she saw her son's erection for the very first time. It was thick and long. Edward looked humiliated and he blushed.
Even more striking, she saw the invisible movements. The poking and prodding at her son's hard cock. The skin was being caressed and stroked. The balls were being lifted and played with.
Pinched at the tip of the penis, Edward was being pulled over to her with his pants still around his ankles.
Amy closed her eyes for a moment with no choice but to accept her fate. She knew what was about to happen. All she could hope for was that no one in the forensics team would see this outside, nor would anyone else that lived in the manor. Amy's face was still held against the window glass and her body was unable to move.
"Forgive me," she said softly. "I never should have taken you on this assignment."
"Mom… mom…" Edward was panicked.
"It's okay, relax. I already know what's going to happen."
From all that vaginal and breast stimulation, Amy's pussy became a dripping hot mess. Ready for whatever would come her way. Her pussy was still wide open, too. Amy's body was primed to be fucked more than any porn star on any film shoot.
Unsurprisingly, her son's erection was pushed all the way inside of her opened pussy. It filled her immediately and the raw sensations were immense. The force that held her pussy open released, allowing her vaginal canal to naturally clench around her son's manhood.

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