All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.
I would like to thank Lunarosa for the great editing work she did on this story.
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The local college Justin attended was throwing their annual haunted house for Halloween, and this year was going to be the best since this year it was going to be held in a mansion that looked truly haunted. Mrs. Murdle, a long-time alumni of the college donated her house to the college upon her death.
The house was an Old Victorian style with three floors and an attic. Rustic in appearance but well maintained, the house was located at the outskirts of town and resided on 40 acres of land. All the antique furnishings went along with the property and the school was going to auction off the furniture in the spring
The group of students that set up the annual Halloween horror house asked if they could have their event at the mansion. The dean was reluctant at first, feeling that having such a thing at the house would cause damage to the property and its contents. The students assured him that they would move all of the furniture out of the areas they would use for the event, and fix any damage that might come from it. After hearing the students, the dean hesitantly gave his approval.
Justin, a typical horny 20 year old whose good looks and muscular build made it easy for him to score with quite a few of the college girls, happened to be one of the students in charge of relocating the furniture at the residence. He and a team of other students spent two weeks moving furniture from the first floor up the vacant attic, while another group of students prepared the first floor for their horror show. Justin's mom Trish didn't like the idea of her son spending so much time helping out with the horror house, feeling his grades might slip with him coming home late every night, but now that it was finished and the first show was the next night, she began to relax.
Trish was an attractive woman in her late 30's. She worked on keeping herself fit and enjoyed still being able to turn some heads. Trish and Justin had been abandoned by Justin's father just after Justin was born. The drunken bum left one night and never came back. Trish did her best raising her son with the help of her family and was very proud of the young man he had become.
That night, for the first time in two weeks Justin made it home for dinner. As they sat at the table, Justin and Trish made some small talk.
"So mom, how are things going at work these days?"
"Fine sweetie, just fine. I'm expecting to get a promotion this year if all goes well."
"That's great mom! I think you work too hard, it's about time someone at your job paid attention to that."
"Speaking of working hard, I'm glad you're finished with helping at the haunted house. I think you put too much time in over there."
"It's for a good cause mom. All the money is going to breast cancer."
"Well, still you should of come home earlier, I don't want to see your grades slip for charity."
"They're ok mom. This quarter wasn't that tough. So, you want to go to the opening tomorrow night with me?"
"Oh I don't know honey, I'm not a big fan of getting scared. I tend to frighten easily."
"C'mon mom, I want you to see how much effort we all put into it this year. I think it's going to be the best we've ever had. The house is huge and it sprawls out everywhere; we've never had such a big place to use before."
"Well maybe, but I'm telling you I get jumpy at these things."
"So does everyone else, that's the point of it."
After Justin kept pushing his mom, she finally agreed to go. The next day after class Justin came right home, his mother was home from work and had already made them some supper. After eating their meal they both headed up to their rooms and changed for the evening's event.
Justin put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, under a fleece jacket. Trish put on a pair of jeans and a buttoned light blue fuzzy sweater. As Trish looked into her mirror, she felt like a teenager going out on a date. It had been years since she'd done anything like this and even though she didn't care for being frightened, she was getting excited over the idea of doing something different with her son.
Justin waited downstairs for his mother to finish, as she approached him, she put her arms out and spun around.
"So how do I look?" she said.
"That sweater looks great on you mom. I've never seen you wear it before."
"Oh it's something I had in the back of the closet."
"Well, I think you look great."
"Thanks honey, you don't look bad yourself," Trish said as she made her way towards the front door.
As they approached the mansion a long line had already begun. But Justin didn't have to wait in line like the rest. Being a worker for the show had come with some perks. One was no waiting in line. The other, free admission for him and his guest.
The students were letting people in, in groups of 8 to 10. Trish got nervous as they began their tour through the house, holding her son by the arm tightly. As ghouls and monsters jumped out from behind every corner, Trish pushed herself tighter into her son, finding herself becoming more anxious as they travelled on.
Justin had never seen this side of his mom before. His mother had always been the strong person he confided in, and now she was acting like a scared, clingy girl looking for him to protect her. Justin was finding this side of her very arousing.
He felt his mother push her soft breasts into his arm as they moved forward through the dark maze. Justin put his arm around his mother's shoulder and she grabbed him by the waist.
"It's almost over, mom."
"Good. I don't think I could handle much more of this."
At the end, the hall narrowed and was completely dark, only one person was able to go through at a time, and as they proceeded through with Justin going first and his mother holding onto him from behind. Hands reached out from the sides and grabbed different parts of their body. Trish let out a load scream and Justin turned to see what had happened, but as he turned Trish lifted her arm and caught her son square under his chin -- a hand had grabbed her wrist and Trish pulled away quickly, not knowing her son had turned around.
Justin saw a white flash from his mother's perfect uppercut. He tried to recover and exit the mansion but his vision was blurred. As he staggered out of the hallway, a friend from class came up and asked him if he was ok. Justin's mother was upset, she felt so bad about what she had done to her son.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that."
"It's...It's okay mom. I ...I..just need to sit down someplace."
Justin's friend said, "Hey Justin, through that door over there is the back stair. Why don't you go up to the break room and have a seat for a couple minutes. There's some ice in the cooler if you need it."
As Justin and his mom made their way up the staircase. Justin felt dizzy, and by the time they made it to the second floor, he almost passed out. Passing by the first door, Trish opened it and spied a bed. Trish helped her son over to it and had him lie down.
"Honey, please forgive me. I felt the hand grab me and...and..."
