The Haunting

by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2019 by Beaverhunt

Chapter 1

I’m a ghost of a woman who was a wife and mother who happened to enjoy the attention of both. I don’t know my name, but I do know I wanted to get pregnant by my son and it never happened. My husband rather enjoyed watching us fuck as he desired the same thing and now he was almost as disappointed as I was.

I’ve no idea as to the reason for remembering some details of my life, like the threesomes with the two of them, but I’ve long since resigned myself to this truth. I don’t even know how I died and have no memory of anything, which leads me to wonder about all sorts of sordid things. My favorite is getting fucked to death by my son, since that’s one of the more pleasant ways to cast off my physical body.

Being a ghost is frustrating, since I can remember all the pleasures of life without actually being able to do a fucking thing about them. Without a physical form, I cannot even see myself, let alone touch myself. I’m stuck waiting for someone to move into the old farm and the moments in between are eternities.

I’ve never seen another ghost here and don’t know why. It seems like this old farm should be filled with them, but perhaps there are others here. I don’t fully understand all the rules and maybe we just can’t see each other. Company between moments would be nice.

During those precious moments of life, I can only possess one person and it has to be a woman. There have been the occasional times when only men lived here and I wanted to scream out to the heavens, but they never lasted long and I was fine with that. It probably had something to do with the occasional temper tantrum that interfered with their lives.

I’ve been the mother a few times, but never actually gotten pregnant and I do wish they all would have stayed a little longer. I still believe one more try would have succeeded with any of them. There was one woman whose son had an amazing ability to stay hard for a long time and we both enjoyed his dick. Granted, she didn’t enjoy it at first, but she came around just like all the others.

I have gotten pregnant once that I can recall, and it was by inhabiting a woman who was both a daughter and sister to a brother. If I had lips, I would still grin at the thought of never knowing whose child it was. When you're fucking both all the time, it can be difficult to tell and I wish they would have stayed forever, from one generation to the next. It was the Great War that called the son away and the parents could not manage the farm without him.

I see dust on the road and excitedly move to the top of the house to watch. There have been a few people to look at the property and I hope this means someone’s finally moving in. It’s been far too long since I had company and in desperate need of feeling the pleasures that a ghost is denied.

Two vehicles are approaching the property and one happens to be a moving truck. It took me time to get used to these newfangled things, but I’m not one to complain. Vehicles bring new people to my farm a lot quicker than the horse and buggy ever did.

The other vehicle is pulling up next to the truck and I love this family already. They’re perfect for what I need and going to have a lot of fun with them. A mother with a son and a daughter; all of them have quite attractive auras and I can’t wait to see what they look like through human eyes. As a spirit, I don’t see anything clearly and words come from a distance. It’s only through human bodies that I can see and hear as I should.

I need to calm down and wait patiently, since I don’t want to scare them away. If I don’t find something to occupy my time, I’m going to go crazy and that’s the last thing I need right now. My form moves easily to the bedroom closest to the master bedroom and I wait in hopes of her son taking ownership.

The rules require me to use proximity to the body I choose and need her son in this room to get what I want sooner. If she moves in, then I’ll have to go through her first and do find her aura quite attractive and won’t be an unpleasant obstacle. I’ve lost track of just how many times I’ve been fucked and ate pussy in this room. I’m glad the walls don’t talk, since no one would ever move into my farm again.

It’s her daughter that’s leading one of the movers in, and his aura shows what he has on mind with her. It’s a good thing I can’t actually touch either of them right now, since it would be tempting to have some fun. If I had my pussy, I would be pleasuring myself at the thought of seeing him have his way with her.

It gets boring sitting in this room and I start to follow the movers through the house with the hope they do something with someone. My hands reach down for something I haven’t had in a long time and groan in frustration. I have to remind myself to calm down once again, since they aren’t fully moved in yet and even then I must be careful.

The movers finish and there’s still plenty of daylight left, which is a shame. I need the sun to set in order to have the power necessary and wish I could do something other than throw a temper tantrum during the day. My target is going to be the mother, since I desire a pregnancy every day of my miserable existence in this form.

Chapter 2

I’m following her out of the house and she isn’t exactly hiding the change in her aura as she presses next to them. I hear the muffled voices, but none are clear as I continue to watch. Their fingers touch as he points to the line, and she takes the pen needed to sign. My target signs her name quickly and hands it back to him, but she doesn’t want to release it just yet. This is starting to get interesting, as their auras show their desires for each other.

She glances back and everything changes, but that’s alright. It’s going to make it that much easier for me later. I look over to see the aura of her son and wish it weren’t so pure, since he shows no desire for her body. That will change in time, just like the others, and soon he will be enjoying his mother and perhaps his sister as well.

There is very little certainty with what I do to families. Some are satisfied to focus on whichever body I inhabit and never go beyond those direct pleasures. Others end up doing all sorts of wonderful things as an entire family, and I hope this is one of those times. The darkness will spread of its own accord, and I’m always curious to know how it will end.

I decide to follow my target around, since I don’t want to miss out on the company. It’s been too long since I’ve had people in my house and will take advantage of any delays. The muffled talk must be boring family stuff as they eat, since their auras remain pure.

The sun has finally set and they all head to their bedrooms. I don’t act right away, since I need her to lie down. She’s closed the door and starts undressing herself as the aura changes. The only question is if she’s fantasizing about one of the movers or both.

She’s moving to her bed and lies on her back with her legs spread, which means I can get to work. My hands move to her face and muffle the scream as she feels pressure. I know she doesn’t feel anything other than a pressure and wish she could know it’s a person’s hand on her face.

Her eyes open wide as her body becomes pinned, and she’s fighting with everything she has. I wish I could tell what color they are, but I’ll know soon enough. She’s starting to tear up from the fear that’s washing over her, and I’m tempted to continue watching for a while.

I decide against watching and release her as my body spins over hers and there’s no time for her to release a warning to either of her children. This is important due to her children still being awake. There’s too much at stake for me to risk having either of them catch me doing what I must.

I bring her knees up as she screams silently against my presence and wishes I could feel her breath. She’s fighting me with everything she has as I see her lips waiting to be parted. This is the closest to clarity that I have, and even now it’s like a pink blur.

My hands part her lips and this is the only time I’m glad I don’t have an actual body. Glad isn’t quite the right word, but it will do as I stare at the pink blue so close to where my eyes should be. An actual face would be nice right now, since I want to know what she smells like and stare into her parted hole.

I press what would be my tongue, if I had one, against her clit and she fights me a little harder. My fingers press inside her pussy as she starts to sigh out. She’s still putting up one hell of a fight, but I have all night to get her where I need her.

She can feel the sensation of pleasure building as I work her clit and hole, which causes her to sigh silently. Most women would have given in by now, but she’s a fighter and I do love just how much resistance I’m getting from her. Despite the sighs that press silently against my form, she refuses to give me a single moan.

I press more of my fingers inside of her and her hips buck a little as the sighs intensify. Her arms and legs still fight, but her body is finally giving in. She starts to release muffled moans as I increase my work on her clit and watch the pink start to contract around my invisible fingers.

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