Supernatural investigation leads to son fucking

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“This is the cleanest major burglary I’ve ever seen,” she said, before sarcastically adding, “I’m starting to think that Carlyle was right about this place being haunted.”

Before she could take another step, Amy felt an acute pain from deep within her core. At first, she worried it was some sort of unexpected, emergency medical issue. The feeling was twisting and turning the muscles around her lower abdomen. Her face grimaced hard.

“Are you okay?” Edward asked, rushing over to her.

“I… I’m fine. I’ll be okay.”

The bizarre twisting sensation in her core moved lower and the pain became an intense feeling of pleasure. Her g-spot was being pushed, pulled, and rubbed from deep within. Her legs nearly crossed as she stood there and her eyes turned wide.

“Mom?”

Amy gasped for air. “I suddenly have a newfound respect for the metaphysical…. that was a joke… let’s go outside. I need fresh air.”

“You look like you’re in serious pain.”

She tried walking gingerly. “It’s not pain anymore. I don’t want to describe it.”

The twisting feeling was beginning to fade, but whatever it was, it was still stroking her sensitive g-spot. Arousal and detective work never go together. She was a true professional and sex was always the last thing on her mind. Only now, because of whatever this was, her desires were being inflamed.

Edward nodded and said, “Let’s go outside, then.”

They went to the door which slammed in their faces. A clicking sound echoed and they knew they were locked. Amy reached for the handle, and as expected, they were trapped.

“What the hell?” she fumed.

“Okay, now this is scary.”

“There must be a logical explanation. I’ll call someone to unlock the door.

Detective Hubert reached in her pocket to get her phone. No signal. She had texted earlier while inside the manor and her phone worked fine.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“There’s no signal on my phone.”

Edward took out his own phone. “Hmm… my phone doesn’t have a signal either.”

“This is very odd.”

“Should we bang the door?”

“That could be tampering with a crime scene,” she replied. “Everything on this premises is potential evidence. That’s one of the main rules of burglary investigations.”

At the very least, she was glad this was a teachable moment for her son. This was, after all, meant to give her son a tutorial on how to conduct investigations. Never could she have imagined that she’d be in such a dilemma herself.

“I’ll try to knock gently on the window,” he said. “People are outside and they might be able to see us.”

“Good idea.”

Edward took a few steps towards the window, then suddenly, Amy felt a pulsing sensation around her g-spot. It was the most intense rush of her life. It usually took her a while to build up to an orgasm. She needed a lot of foreplay and the right mental stimulation before a climax.

Now, Amy was on the brink. She stood there like a mannequin as things were going on within her and she prayed she wouldn’t cum in front of her son. Her eyes were wide open and her jaw was hanging.

“Mom? What’s happening to you?”

The look on her son’s face was fear.

“Something is stimulating me,” she admitted, needing to be honest about this.

Edward was puzzled. “Were you drugged?”

“No, no. It’s not a chemical reaction… it’s… something is moving inside of me.”

Now her son looked panicked and she worried that Edward would break the door or window to get themselves out, in which case they’d have to explain this. And the last thing Detective Hubert wanted was to type this on the official report.

“Do you think Carlyle was right?” he asked, not wanting to believe it despite all the concerning signs. “What does it feel like? Tell me.”

Her son timidly approached her, having no clue how to handle this situation. Sure, as a police rookie, Edward had his share of basic medical knowledge, but this went far beyond anything taught in the academy.

“It literally feels like my insides are being massaged,” she admitted as she stood there frozen, though refusing to admit her g-spot was being stroked.

The movement shifted and she thought it would fade. But she was wrong. As the stroking feeling left her vaginal area, she felt sensations in her chest. Amy’s breasts were small but her dark pink nipples were generously sized and were notoriously sensitive. Sucking and pulling at them had always brought her to the edge.

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