Possession: Christmas Vengeance – Chapter 2 – Mommy’s Gift

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.



FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Non-con

-Incest

-Bondage

-Armpit fetish

-A bit of farting

-Foot licking

-Squirting

-Gross taste from used panties



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Chapter 2 – Mommy’s Gift

After entering the home of a wealthy family who ruined my life, I’ve been preparing them for a night of Christmas fun. I have the ability to possess their bodies, taking the father and playing around in bed with the wife. I had him buy some fun toys for us for Christmas, and then walked him down the street for a while, giving me time alone with their spoiled little 18 year old daughter. Now I continue my night of festivities.

I fly down the hall and enter the master bedroom. I can hear Ella’s voice, muffled and faint, but still noticeable. As I reach Grace’s bed, she is stirring and lifting her head from hearing Ella. But just in time, I enter her and take over.

Inside Grace’s body. Another fascinating experience. Not nearly as comfortable and strong and stable as Kadir. Not tiny and delicate and weightless like Ella. Kind of uncomfortable, a bit crampy, tired, achy, and much weaker than the body I used to have. But this bed again, so cozy. I don’t want to leave the warmth, but I whip off the covers and stand. God women really do get colder. The air is freezing in here.

I awkwardly walk around the dark room, then go to the master bathroom and flip on the light. I’m in an excessively large bathroom, with pristine white tile, marble counters, a gigantic jacuzzi tub, a separate standing shower, the toilet even inside it’s own little closet-sized room. Jesus these people live different.

I head to the huge mirror over the double sinks. There she is, Grace in all her beauty. Middle of the night, no makeup, disheveled chin length wavy blonde and brown hair, slight bags under her eyes. And yet gorgeous. Tight white tank top showing her loose breasts beneath, hanging naturally, sagging slightly but only because she’s slightly on the bigger side, and full of milk. Nipples clearly pronounced, poking at the fabric. Her gray little shorts showing her entire length of long legs and thighs.

I inspect every angle of her in the mirror, without taking off clothes, trying to save that for later. I make her make faces in the mirror, inspect her nose and eyes and teeth up close. She can’t stop me, I’m in complete control as I violate her privacy. I talk quietly out loud as I do this, so I can hear and feel her voice coming from me. Strange. I laugh, very strange.

I reach down and grab tits, squeezing, feeling her up while learning what it feels like to have breasts and be felt up. Incredible. They’re perfect, full and motherly, but not too much, not sagging. It does feel pretty good honestly. And fun. I could play with her boobs for hours.

I continue exploring a bit, but still trying to save some for later. I reach down under shorts, no underwear, smooth skin, a bit of short trimmed pubes, again so strange to have almost nothing down there. When you’re a man, you expect penis and balls right within reach. But as a woman, nothing. I reach down lower to her folds. God its soaking wet, probably all from me turning myself on. Wow it’s like grool, slimy. I swirl around the lips and clit. A bit of a tingle, I get a shiver. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation than a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds.

I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really, this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly, savoring the moment, playing around with the movement, pushing as deep as I can, then out. Holy fuck I could do this all night. But I need to get moving.

I pull out and bring the fingers to my nose and inhale. Lord Jesus the scent is unreal. Musky and pungent, but sweet and feminine. I suck on the finger and taste her. Wow, so sweet, a bit sour, surprisingly thick and viscous. I’ll need more of this for sure.

Before leaving, I drink as much water as I can.

I leave the light on to give the bedroom some dim lighting, then head over to the bed, setting up some of the restraints I bought.