The Haunted Fuck House(4)

Watching mom nod her head in agreement while cleaning out the refrigerator, I did exactly what he said. With one hand on the table and the other hand on the head of the ghost under it, I guardedly leaned back to enjoy and came with a shuddering climax. “Oh my God that was good!” I involuntarily moaned. “It was only breakfast dear,” replied my Mother, head still buried in the vegetable bin. Shocked back into my surroundings, I quickly closed my mouth, and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense. The arousing, awkward moment passed. How I managed to survive their sensual assault without detection was a miracle. With that in mind, I hurriedly zipped up my trousers, finished what was on my plate and carried it to the sink. Darting up the stairs, I was grateful that the Ghosts hadn’t tried to keep me in the kitchen chair for a repeat performance. In fact, I had the distinct feeling that they left as soon as I had ejaculated into their waiting mouths under the table. Reaching my bedroom, I sat