We had been living in our new house now for a couple of months, a fixer-upper you assured me when you bought it after you and dad divorced, I was never sold but you were my mom, you always knew best. I took the decision to drop out of college and we moved away. When we arrived, I remember standing, looking at the house, it was a typical detached 2 storey house with, I knew it came with a large basement and attic space but you couldn't tell, the house in the middle of the suburbs from outside it looked perfect but, on the inside, things changed, it was falling apart, it looked and smelt old and musky. The family who lived there before us clearly left in a hurry, belongings flung everywhere. That should have been our first clue that something wasn't right.

Our first few week's we'd spent decorating, and adjusting to our new life just the 2 of us. I was busily fixing up the holes and fixtures whilst you painted, we made an excellent team we would keep assuring ourselves, laughing and joking as we would flick paint at each other. The house soon started to look better and I remember thinking this new life wasn't so bad.

A few happy weeks passed by before things started to feel eery. It started small, doors creaking in the night, floor boards making that distinctive squeek as though they were being walked on when nobody was around. The activity was much more preminent at night. Times would go by where it felt as though we were being watched, as though we weren't alone. 'We were being stupid right?' We would question, that same question becoming much frequent.

Tonight, I lay in my bed tossing and turning as the wind and rain beats down against my bedroom window. If you were in a 3rd act of a horror movie, this was the weather for sure! I had laid for what felt like hours when suddenly the light in the hallway flicked on, a shadowed figure beneath the seam of my door as the handle turned. Creaking open I could feel my heart racing, 'fuck!' I thought to myself as I expected the worst...

"Honey? Are You asleep?" I hear, as relief fills my entire body. I turned, relieved as you stood there in your nightgown.

"No mom, I couldn't sleep!" I respond.

"I thought I heard something, I'll be honest, I'm shit scared. Can I sleep here?" You ask as I turn to face you.

"Hmm sure mom?" I respond, "but uh, I better throw something on" I laugh as I realise I'm in just my boxer shorts.

"Oh, don't worry honey, stay as you are!" You smile, climbing in at the side of me, pulling me towards you, wrapping my arm across yours chest............

So, I'm looking to play a prompt I've been thinking of for some time and started writing personally but would like to play with a partner. Our characters in a haunted house which leads to a mom/son sharing a bed, where things develop into something more romantic. I'd like this to be long term as both dynamics come into play and we would play through both the haunting & the relationship. The hauntings intensify, but so does the relationship. Open to this either here or on discord, I'm also open to figuring out the details.

Some of my Kinks include: Incest, MILFs, Masturbation, Foreplay, Caught, Oral, Anal, Spanking, Biting, Scratching, Squirting, Creampie, Public, Caring, Rough, Watching, Marking, Loving.

Limits: Non-Con, Toilet, Beast

So, if you'd be interested in this story. I'd love to hear your thoughts and play this out.