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I had fallen in love with the island when I was a child of eight; lying just off the coast of Cape Cod. I always thought it had been named after me; that’s what my mother told me anyway. I know it wasn’t true, but it just felt like it was. As a family, we spent our holidays on the island and I remember it as the place where I conceived Jason, my son.As far as the family were concerned, we were late developers, too late really, as it turned out. My husband, Joshua, at the tender age of fifty-one, was unfortunately caught up in a fishing accident while on the island. It was the worst holiday of our lives. I was left distraught and it seemed Jason was too. He became withdrawn, shy and timid. Not unsurprising for a child that had just lost his father and was not one to join in with sports or any social event.So, when the opportunity arrived to buy a property on the island, I jumped at it. I was forty-five and Jason was sixteen. I thought it would do him the world of good, start afresh and slowly push all those sad memories to one side. It would be a change for the better and I would be the proud owner of one of the gingerbread houses in Oak Bluffs. It was a drab black and white frontage on the outside, not like the more extravagant and colourful ones in the immediate vicinity, ranging from bright pinks to gaudy oranges and green. The more conservative ones were warm browns and creams and pastel shades of blue. Many of them showing elaborate signs of patriotism; flags waving proudly in the wind.The estate agent was over the moon when I told him I would buy it and was forever telling me that I had made a good choice. I didn’t know at the time, but it had been on and off the market for over a year.We moved in. There was a basement which was large enough to take most of the boxes that I would sort through later; boxes of memories and things we hardly used. A lot of it Joshua’s that I couldn’t bring myself to throw away.We made it our home. Jason started school and within six months he was a changed person. He had a friend; two in fact. I was happy for him. I had made friends with many of the locals and despite their friendliness, there was an air of caution that came with it; like they were holding me at arm’s length for some reason.One of them, a lady in her seventies, just blurted it out while we chatted on her veranda as I was walking back from the shops with two brown paper bags full of groceries. I had mentioned, casually, of course, the standoff I thought I was receiving from them.“The reason is, my dear,” she started, “is that they don’t think you’ll be here that long.”I tilted my head to one side. A puzzled look on my face. I had only been here four months, why would they think that?Her smile let nothing slip.“Well, I like it here and so does Jason. So, I think we’ll be staying awhile.”“I hope you do; I really hope you do.”I hope I do too, I thought.That evening something put a broad and warm smile across my face. Jason had asked for his baseball glove and ball. I looked at him. I wanted to ask why? But I think I knew why, and I was glad that he was taking an interest in sports.He hadn’t touched that glove and ball since Joshua died, nearly three years Ankara bayan escort now. I remember when he and his father used to play in front of the house, practising as Joshua had told him, for when he was going to be the next star of the Boston Red Sox team. Father and son were a happy team, just the two of them. I often used to sit and watch them from the veranda before offering a beer and lemonade to the weary team.Those memories were still vivid. I could still see the red and white colours of their shirts and the flushed and sweaty brow of Joshua.“I think it’s in the basement, I’ll fetch it later.”After dinner, I had changed into a one-piece dress with little on underneath and settled down to watch a couple of hours of trashy TV before heading off to bed.“Mom, you promised,” Jason whined, looking at me settling in for a night of TV.I nodded and as promised, I opened the basement door and switched on the light. Nothing. I switched it off and on again and still nothing, though there was a faint glow of orange-red caressing the bannister where the stairs made a ninety-degree turn down to the basement.I started to move forward, all the while racking my brain as to which box contained the baseball glove? What label had I used? How many boxes would I have to move to find it?As I rounded the corner, I could see that the main light had blown and a smaller one, hidden behind boxes piled five high, with more clothes piled on top of them was doing very little to help me see. Jason’s old red comfort blanket was providing the coloured glow. I contemplated retracing my steps to find the torch and a new bulb, but by that time I could see well enough and I had a rough idea where the glove would be.I moved a few boxes, pushing them to one side to reach in behind a third one. My hand immediately fell through the box when I put pressure on the cardboard lid.My hand touched something fluffy and soft. I jumped. A sudden scream left my mouth, my hands came up to my face and I screamed once more. Stepping back quickly from the thing that moved. An animal perhaps? Rat or some other rodent? The box shook and made a sound and I found myself panting hard. I was on the verge of running back up the stairs. With hands trembling, I nudged the box. Nothing happened. I kicked it with my foot and still, nothing came out of it. I slowly peeled the cardboard off the top, side by side, waiting for something to jump out and scare the living daylights out of me. Nothing did.In the dim light, I could see a green towel, something it contained was shaking and sliding out of it towards the bottom of the box.I jumped when something fell with a loud thump onto the bottom. A low pitch buzzing sound started to rattle and shake the box. I opened the third lid, hoping there were no rattlesnakes on the island.I let out a reassuring sigh as I put my hand in, pulled out the snake and switched it off.It had been a while since I had used that, I thought to myself.I wrapped the vibrator in the towel and placed it back in the box. I stared at it for some time before retrieving it and placing it to one side. Perhaps the time for grieving had come to an end and Escort bayan Ankara with a smile on my face, I decided to take it with me when I had found Jason’s baseball glove.I had to admit, my pussy moistened at the sight of it and the feel of it in my hands made me anticipate using it. I wasn’t going to deny myself anymore, though, taking up the offers that a few of the residents had put my way would be a little too soon.I pushed two more boxes to one side and bent over at the waist to reach into another. I could see the dark brown that I thought was the glove, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I used the box to my left to balance and I finally grasped it in my hand.The glove fell back in the box as I screamed, loudly. I felt something brush over me, like a hand, caressing my butt and a finger, pushing along my moist sex. I found myself screaming a second time as I felt it – penetrate me. I actually felt it go in.I fell backwards onto my bottom in shock. My hands came up quickly behind me and I found that I was propelling myself backwards; pushing with both legs against the floor and my arms flailing beside me. My back hit the wall hard and I screamed again. I was panting heavily and my eyes were open wide and scanning the room for the intruder. I saw nothing and all I could hear was the sound of panting.No, someone was there, someone touched me, I felt it.“M-o-m, you OK down there?”“Yes, hun, I’m fine, just stumbled and fell. I’ll be right there.”My breath was coming faster and faster and my heart rate had maxed out. A thumping in my ear was all I could concentrate on.“Don’t come down, you stay there,” I added as an afterthought.I started to reason with myself, I had panicked and fell. Nothing touched me. There was nothing down here. How could there be?I got up, and walked around the room, carefully looking around boxes; reassuring myself nothing was down here with me. After my tour of the basement, I noticed that I had ripped my one-piece dress to shreds on the concrete floor. One half of the dress lay in pieces hanging over my shoulder and connected by just a few threads.I hadn’t noticed it before but the tick, tick, tack, tick of the air vent fan blades had caught my attention. A freezing cold breeze had descended on the basement that made my nipples erect and the exposed one was growing rapidly. It was as if the cold air was pinching it tightly. Extending it, drawing it out and pulling on it. The same cold breeze circled my now bare bottom. I couldn’t believe it – but I was becoming aroused.On the floor, by the crates, I could see Jason’s baseball glove cradling the white ball. I started to bend to pick it up but before I did, I straightened again and looked around me. Nothing was there, I was being stupid. There was nothing down here.I picked up the glove and ball and gathered up my vibrator wrapped in the green towel with a smile.Thoughts of Joshua raged through me of the first time he caught me using it. Wasn’t he enough? Didn’t he – do it for me? His first words were of uncertainty, covered by a mass of cloudy thoughts. Then the sun started to shine when I offered him the opportunity to come and help Bayan escort Ankara me. The change in his body language was amazing and I knew that his wicked smile would never let me off the hook. He certainly used that dildo on me more than once – and more than once in addition to his own tool as well.I tucked it under my arm and started to make my way to the stairs. The irony was not lost on me, glove and ball in one hand, dildo in the other.I was aware that every foot had become harder to make. Every step forward was taking more effort than the previous. I was breathing heavier, the cold sapping my strength bit by bit.I put one foot on the first step and then it happened.The air was pushed from my lungs as I exhaled without exhaling. I gasped for air but it wouldn’t come. I fell forward, or was I pushed? I grunted as I dropped both the glove and towel on the floor. Icy blasts of air were issuing from the vent. I could see the cool air descend to the basement floor and head in my direction.I had slipped and fallen, I told myself. And sure enough, I had stepped on a trailing fragment of my dress and ripped it completely down one side as I placed another step on the stair.Once more I fell forward and I started to raise myself up only to be pushed forward again. I grabbed the bannister with one hand and pushed up with the other. I didn’t move. Couldn’t move.I felt it. Cold and unsettling.Whatever it was brushed across my pussy, circled both my thighs and spiralled around my legs to my ankles. Goosebumps erupted all over me. The cold air from the vent had settled on my nipples, making them hard. They were bouncing like jellybeans in front of my eyes. I pushed myself upwards with little to no effect. Again, I felt it against my pussy. No not against – inside. Something was keeping me from straightening. I grasped the bannister for stability while one hand stopped me from falling on the stairs. Something pushed inside me. I wanted to scream. I did scream. Nothing came out. Cold air crystallised everything that came out of my mouth; suffocating my larynx and leaving me uttering a hoarse and raspy Help that did nothing to conjure support.My eyes suddenly widened and I realised I was being fucked. I screamed once more, but the No and Stop had nowhere to go. Another cry for help left my mouth, but my protests fell silent. I could feel it penetrate me, moving in and out. Warm, not cold like the air that tortured my nipples. The heat of penetration matching that of my own, pushing me forward, urging me towards orgasm.I could feel my knees buckle, not from the force that held me rigid, but from my own pending climax. The cold air played with my nipples. I was on the verge of climaxing, I could feel my body rhythms pulse and gyrate.This thing – this thing was making me climax. Taking me.A cold stab of air played at my anus before it too penetrated me. My senses were heightened; eyes bulging on the edge of climax.A low resounding voice permeated the room; almost echo-like, a slow and deliberate chuckle – a haunting whisper.B-a-d M-a-r-t-h-aMy ears pricked up, my eyes and mouth opened. I was searching the area in front and to the side for some sign, some meaning. It couldn’t be –The last time I had heard that phrase was from Joshua, as he pumped his cock into me one evening as I lay prostrate on the bed; every time it went in, he uttered the phrase, with one hand on the small of my back and his other spreading my bottom to one side; the day I must have conceived Jason.

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