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Dark Night
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

A young teen receives an inheritance, and he and his 
mother must travel far from home to get it. Once there, 
strange things start to happen. (m/F, ped, inc, 1st, 
oral, fantasy, halloween)

***

The wind howled outside my bedroom window. It shook the 
glass pane, and I felt a draft come into my bedroom this 
cool Autumn October night.

We were poor. We'd always been poor. Mom had to work two 
waitressing jobs, and when dad was still alive he worked 
sixty to eighty hours a week at minimum wage. But we 
always got by just fine.

Even after dad passed away five years ago when I was 
nine. Somehow we still got by.

I finally fell asleep. When I woke up it was morning, 
the sun shining through my bedroom window. And there was 
a knock on my door.

"Wake up, birthday boy!" Mom said cheerfully.

That really held me back, not being experienced, even if 
I was only fourteen now.

Mom chuckled as I turned away before she saw my cock 
tenting my pajamas, and threw on my robe, closing it 
tight and tying as I slipped on my slightly small, open-
toed slippers. It's hard to find the enclosed type for 
Size 15 feet when you don't really have the money for 
them.

"Come on into the kitchen, I have something for you," 
Mom said, turning and I followed. I couldn't help stare 
at her butt hypnotically as it swayed from side-to-
side...

In the kitchen there was a large cupcake with a lit 
candle on top of it.

"Maude made it especially for you," Mom smiled. "She 
thinks you're a cute kid."

I felt my face grow hot again.

"Especially when you blush," She chuckled again, mussing 
up my already mussed hair.

I do blush a lot. Especially when women like Maude say 
stuff like I'm a cute kid. It gets me all aroused which 
makes me so embarrassed and there's nothing I can do 
about it. Hell, when a woman just SMILES at me I get 
aroused.

I threw open my door and there stood my mother. Of 
course she'd be standing there you're saying.

I was still small in height despite having gone through 
puberty last year, but I was fast, athletic, and much 
stronger than I ever was before.

Mom, on the other hand, was tall and slim, with long, 
red hair. Her large breasts could hardly be contained 
inside of her waitress uniform, a lot of cleavage 
showing at the top. Her long, firm thighs peeked out 
from under the short uniform.

I hugged mom tightly, my face pressed against her large 
chest.

"Good morning, mom!"

I felt my face grow hot and pulled away before mom felt 
my hard on.

I'd always been sexually attracted to my gorgeous 
mother. Since I started masturbating at the age of ten, 
it was always fantasies of mom that fueled my self-play.

Of course I knew anything that may happen between us was 
incest. And incest was taboo, forbidden. But even if I 
wanted to hit on mom I couldn't because I'm extremely 
shy, and have no sexual skills to pleasure her with.

I smiled.

Not because I was expecting anything, but because mom 
had remembered it was my birthday.

I jumped out of bed in just my plaid pajamas and padded 
across the cold hardwood floor barefoot.

It's SO humiliating!

"Now make a wish and blow out the candle, I have to go 
to work," Mom said.

I closed my eyes, thinking to myself, I'd wish to be 
able to fuck mom if it would do any good, but instead I 
wished we weren't poor.

I opened my eyes and blew out the candle.

All of a sudden the door bell rang.

"I wonder who that could be..." Mom said.

Curiously, I followed mom to the front door.

A man in a very expensive business suit stood on the 
front stood, hat in hand.

"Good day, ma'am," He said in what sounding like an 
Eastern European accent. "I'm Wilson Robertson. I was 
your husband's attorney." He handed mom his business 
card.

"I...don't understand..." Mom said.

"Are you James Geminelli?" The lawyer asked, smiling.

"I'm Jim," I corrected.

"He hates the name James," Mom said, sounding dazed.

"So sorry, Sir. It won't happen again," He apologized.

"Sir?" Mom asked.

"Well, Mrs. Geminelli, your husband left your son a very 
large inheritance to be received on his fourteenth 
birthday.

And now I am Jim's lawyer.

"There is much to discuss, but I can't go into it right 
now. Once we're in the air I can go into some of the 
details."

"In the air?" Mom asked incredulously.

"Yes, ma'am. Your husband has family in Romania, and 
they sent me in the private jet to retrieve you two."

"Oh, my..." Mom said. "I better call out for work then."

"You may want to call out indefinitely," Mr. Robertson 
smiled.

Mom told me to pack a bag, and she went and changed out 
of her waitress uniform and into a white blouse and tan 
pants and packed her own bag. Her breasts strained even 
more against her blouse.

Soon we were off in the back of a limousine to a private 
airport. A sleek black jet was waiting for us in a 
private hanger, and soon we were taking off.

Once over the Atlantic, my lawyer explained to us that I 
was the heir of a vast estate and vast wealth in 
Romania.

"But I don't understand," Mom said again. "My husband 
was poor. How can he have rich relatives in Romania?"

"This letter should explain it."

Mr. Robertson removed an envelope from his briefcase, 
and took out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, he 
began to read:

"My dearest Kimberly, meeting you was the best thing 
that ever happened to me. But to marry you, I had to 
give up my family's fortune and live without their 
backing, which I gladly chose.

"However, my family may have cut me off, but they wished 
for our firstborn son to inherit what had been mine on 
his fourteenth birthday, just as I had on my own 
fourteenth birthday.

"I am sorry I could not tell you the truth, Kimberly, I 
hope you understand. It was the expressed will of my 
father for our son to inherit I had to keep my past life 
a secret. Please forgive me.

Yours Forever,
     Michael Geminelli"

My lawyer folded up the letter, returning it to its 
envelope and handed it to my mother.

"Michael dictated this letter to me after Jim's birth. 
He wanted you to know the truth, and his father allowed 
this, as long as it wasn't read before Jim's fourteenth 
birthday."

Well, that pretty much explained things as far as I was 
concerned. And mom didn't seem to have anything else to 
say as she clutched the letter from my father tightly.

The rest of the flight was quiet, and when we set down 
in Romania another limousine was waiting for us.

"I am Patrick, and I will be your personal chauffeur, 
Master James," He said.

"He goes by Jim," Mr. Robertson corrected.

"Sorry, Sir," Patrick apologized as mom and I got in the 
back of the limo.

"I won't be joining you now, I have other legal matters 
I must deal with in regards to your estate," My lawyer 
said. "Enjoy the ride through the countryside, Jim, Mrs. 
Geminelli."

The door was closed and soon we were off.

It was a long ride, and the countryside was lovely to 
look at. Mom was still quiet, and still clutching dad's 
letter.

"Mom?" I asked, concerned.

"Huh? What?" She asked, seeming to come out of a haze.

"Are you all right?"

Mom smiled.

"I just can't believe we're rich. You're rich," She 
said. "After all of these years..."

"Are you upset with dad?"

"Of course not, sweetie," She said, putting her hand 
over mine. "If he had told us we'd still be poor, but 
look at what he's left for you. I'm just a bit 
overwhelmed, that's all."

"Me too, mom," I smiled back. "Me too."

"How does it feel to be rich?" Mom asked.

"I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "I'm still the same 
ol' me. Hey, mom, now you want have to be a waitress 
anymore. You'll never have to work again!"

"Are you sure? You're not going to kick your old mother 
out?" She said teasingly.

"I'd never do that, mom!" I retorted. "I love you, mom, 
I could never kick you out."

I felt my face grow hot. I'd never told mom I loved her 
before. She squeezed my hand.

"I love you too, kiddo."

We talked about what life would be like living outside 
of the United States, what it would be like having 
servants - if we had a chauffeur of course we'd have 
servants, what it would be like to travel to new places 
now that we had the money to do so...

Speaking about money, I thought about all the things we 
could buy we could never afford before. And I thought of 
something else...

"Mom, I just realized, I'm going to meet my 
grandparents! At least I think I am. Mr. Robertson did 
say dad had family in Romania..."

"Yes, he did," Mom smiled.

I grew up without grandparents. Mom's parents had passed 
away before I was born. Dad had never talked about his 
parents. I assumed they'd passed away as well.

Suddenly the tinted partition between us and the front 
of the limousine was lowered.

"Master Jim, if you care to see your new home it's now 
in sight in the distance," Patrick said.

I had noticed the trees and shrubbery had grown more and 
more dense along the sides of the road, not having seen 
any houses or towns or side roads.

I moved up to the partition and looked out the front 
windshield and gaped.

"Wow, mom, come see this!" I called back.

Soon she was beside me, thigh-to-thigh.

"That is breathtaking..." She said in awe.

Not too far off in the distance was a massive castle 
high up. Soon we were climbing higher as we drew nearer 
and nearer our new home.

And finally we were there. The trees and shrubbery 
opened up to a large courtyard. Patrick stopped the 
limousine, got out and opened the back door. Mom and I 
climbed out and stared up at the castle close up.

I suddenly remembered a movie I saw once, a comedy about 
monsters, and one of the leads said the castle had an 
"ominous aura".

Well this castle definitely had that. But I liked it. I 
also noticed the air seemed much warmer up here, despite 
being mid-October and a higher altitude.

Patrick got our bags out of the trunk and we followed 
him to the door. He unlocked it and we all went in.

The place was HUGE inside! The servants were all lined 
up in the massive foyer to meet us, and soon my 
grandparents entered as well.

I knew they were my grandparents, because they looked 
like dad! My grandfather looked like an older version of 
dad.

Figuring how old dad would have been if he were still 
alive, I guessed my grandfather had to be in his late 
fifties, but he looked to be in his forties.

Looking at my grandmother, who also looked to be in her 
mid-forties, her eyes and nose looked just like dad's.

"Grandpa! Grandma!" I said excitedly.

They smiled excitedly at me. I ran up to them and hugged 
my grandmother. Then I offered my grandfather my hand. 
He shook it then said "Come here!" and hugged me too. 
"I've wanted to meet you for so long..."

"Welcome to your new home, Jim," My grandmother said.

"Robertson called ahead and told us you go by Jim," My 
grandfather winked. We both laughed.

I introduced them to mom, then we were introduced to the 
servants, who all call me Master Jim and mom ma'am.

There was a butler, but all the other servants were 
women mom's age or older. And they were all good-
looking.

We were shown to our rooms, which were side-by-side on 
the third floor. My grandparents' bedroom was on the 
second floor.

The servants' quarters were all on the first floor.

I slowly became acclimated to our new surroundings. I 
had my own chambermaid, a beautiful dark-haired woman, 
as well as a private teacher, I was to be homeschooled 
from now on. My teacher who was in her early fifties had 
long, light blonde hair, she wasn't as tall as mom, but 
she had large breasts like mom. She teased me for 
staring.

Of course my face grew hot.

She laughed, telling me after decades of teaching she 
knew when one of her students were checking out her 
dimensions.

She didn't seem to mind, though, and encouraged it. She 
said I was a healthy, handsome young boy, and she 
appreciated the attention.

Another thing I noticed about living here is I seemed to 
be aroused more. So I was masturbating a lot more often. 
I remember the time my chambermaid walked in on me doing 
it [but that's a tale for another time...].

Every night, she'd come in and make sure the windows 
were kept open. Something about the thinner air up here, 
and the night air was different.

What she said didn't really make much sense.

The windows were those kind that were bigger than me, 
and opened up onto a balcony outside.

I remember the first nigh she appeared. I'd swear she 
came from the balcony, but there's no way to get to the 
balcony from anywhere else in the castle...

She was a beautiful Black woman, her age I couldn't 
guess. She had long, wavy jet-black hair, with a black 
cloak wrapped around her tall figure.

She opened the cloak as she approached my bed. The cloak 
was lined in red, but more importantly she was naked 
underneath!

I had never seen a naked woman before. I never had the 
nerve to spy on mom. The Black beauty had an amazing 
body. She was very large-breasted, and they were high 
and firm, perfectly firm. Her black areolae were large 
and oval-shaped. Her belly was flat but unmuscled, a 
small line of black hair running from the bottom of her 
navel to the thick patch of black curls between her 
full, firm thighs.

As she approached the bed, she never said a word.

And her eyes seemed to be gold in color. I suddenly felt 
like I was under a spell...

She pulled down the covers, exposing my cock tenting my 
pajamas bottoms. Grabbing the waistband, she tugged them 
down to mid-thigh, my cock bobbing out into the open.

Opening her mouth, she started to lower it under my 
throbbing cock! I watch her full, black lips 
encapsulated my length inch by inch.

Soon I felt it hit the back of her throat, and slide 
down it. And she started to bob her head up and down on 
my cock, building up her pace, going faster and faster.

I groaned, my head lolling from side-to-side. And she 
only sucked my cock faster.

Her long tongue wrapped around it, like a snake. I 
groaned louder as the amazing sensations grew

When she focused her tongue on the underside of my cock, 
I knew it was over, as it raked up and down the 
sensitive area.

I threw back my head and grunted. And I started spurting 
my thick cream into her mouth. The Black beauty 
swallowed it down, bolt after hot bolt.

I spurted thirteen or fourteen times before my cock 
softened and slipped from her mouth.

She rose as my vision grew fuzzy. Turning she went back 
the way she came, out the window as everything faded and 
I fell asleep.

I had started to think it was a dream. I was ready to 
ask around about there being a Black woman on the 
premises, but I felt silly asking because I knew in my 
heart if there had been one I'd have known it already.

But that night she did come back. And she definitely 
came through the window from the balcony. I didn't care 
about that anymore. I knew why she was here and that was 
all I cared about.

For several nights she sucked my cock and drank down my 
semen. Each night it took longer for my cock to soften.

Then one night as she was sucking my cock, the Black 
beauty swung her body around, planting her hairy pussy 
in front of my face.

I instinctively knew what she wanted.

The apex of her hairiness glistened wetly. I slipped my 
tongue in between the curls and found her wet, juicy 
pussy slit.

Her juices were very sweet.

I started to lap them up, and she grew wetter. I pushed 
my tongue into her pussy, and she moaned. I stabbed at 
the walls of her pussy awkwardly, making her writhe.

I held her butt cheeks as I pushed my face between her 
legs, burying my tongue between her lips.

I was able to make her cum. She came three times before 
I came down her throat and she left.

For the next few nights that what we did, her sucking me 
as I licked her. I noticed my erections would last 
longer before I came, so I was able to make her cum more 
often.

Then the night came that my cock stayed hard after I 
came. She rose and swung her leg over me, straddling me 
and sinking her pussy around my throbbing cock.

The Black beauty rode my cock for about a minute before 
rolling me on top of her. I instinctively took over, 
pumping my cock in and out of her tight, very wet pussy.

She came harder from me fucking her, and her orgasms 
lasted longer. And I lasted a long time as well, before 
I pumped my seed into her heavily.

My cock stayed hard, but she climbed off, kissed me on 
the cheek and left, for the last time.

One thing I have to admit about the whole experience was 
each night with the mysterious woman my confidence grew. 
We'd spent over a week of nights together and I was not 
the same shy boy I was before we started.

That night the sky was darker than all the other night. 
And a downpour came. Followed by the thunder. But there 
was no lightning.

The thunder grew louder. Soon there was a knock on my 
door. I got up and padded across the room barefoot to 
answer it.

"Mom?"

She looked at me sheepishly. She had thrown on her robe 
but didn't close it. Her nightgown underneath was 
somewhat see-thru. I could make out the areolaes of her 
very large braless, and I could see her red bush between 
her thighs.

"I've never liked thunderstorms," She admitted. "And 
I've never seen a thunderstorm this bad before... When 
your father was alive I felt safe with him during a 
thunderstorm. You don't mind if I..."

"No, mom, come on in," I said. She entered my bedroom 
and I shut the door. "I don't mind if you sleep with me 
tonight."

"Thank you," She smiled embarrassedly.

Then thunder struck again. Mom shrieked and threw 
herself against me. Her breasts looked like they were 
almost going to spill out over the top of her nightgown.

We made our way to bed, climbing under the covers. When 
the next crash of thunder occurred mom squealed and 
threw herself against me again.

My cock was rock hard.

"Oh," Mom said, feeling it pressing into her. I slipped 
my hands down to her butt and squeezed it as I kissed 
her awkwardly. Moan moaned into my mouth in surprise.

"What are you doing?" She moaned again, breaking the 
kiss.

"What I wanted to do for years now..." was my answer to 
her as I slid down under the covers.

"Wha - Ohhh...."

I had pushed up mom's nightgown and pushed her legs 
apart, burying my face between them

When my tongue entered mom's pussy, she stopped trying 
to resist me and settled back.

I reached underneath her and grabbed her bare butt 
cheeks, kneading them roughly as I ate her pussy. Mom 
gasped and groaned, grinding her crotch up into my face 
as I stabbed my tongue into her deeper, lapping up her 
nectar.

Mom convulsed, her head rolling from side-to-side, eyes 
closed. It wasn't long before I made my mother cum.

As she was orgasming, I mounted her and sank my cock 
into my mother's own pussy. She looked at me but never 
said a word.

I started fucking mom, faster and harder, as the thunder 
exploded outside. I was making mom explode inside.

She came hard, head thrashing from side-to-side as her 
pussy spasmed around my cock.

Mom's orgasms grew more and more intense as I fucked her 
harder and faster. Mom's eyes rolled back whenever they 
were opened as she cried out in another orgasm.

I lasted twenty-five minutes, before I pumped my semen 
into mom's womb, spurting into her at least thirteen 
times.

I stayed hard and kept right on fucking her, making her 
cum all night long as I came four times myself.

I stayed on top of her, still inside when we finally 
stopped, mom stroking my hair.

"Oh, sweetie..." She sighed. "I guess since you're now 
the 'man of the house' it's only fair that my body 
belongs to you now..."

It's funny. I hadn't wished to fuck mom but I did wish 
we weren't poor, but both came true. Ironic, isn't it?

EPILOGUE

After Jim had sex with the mysterious woman and watched 
her walk away and out the windows before falling asleep, 
she transformed into a black owl and flew upward to a 
lone tower high atop the castle.

Transforming back into a woman, she said to another 
figure "It is done..."

"Now we must wait..."

After completing the consummation of their new, 
forbidden relationship, the figure in the tower smiled. 
He had not smiled in a long, long time...

"Now I can rest easy, knowing that my Kimberly will be 
taken care of, by someone who loves her as much as I..."

And slowly their figured faded, and never returned.

Neither was there another dark night, or another 
lightningless storm... 

THE END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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