Possessed by My Mother for Sex

A little background for you. My name is Brooke. I'm 22 and my 45-yr-old mother passed away after a car accident during one of our port visits. Her name was Megan. Almost my entire life has been spent sailing around the world with my mother and step father. His name is Tripp. I was home schooled by them. My mother had inherited a large amount of money, and our 100-ft sailboat. Now all was mine, under the condition that my stepfather would stay sailing as long as he wanted, and that I would pay for everything to maintain his modest lifestyle.

Starting when I was 18, my body had matured and I looked exactly like my mom from behind. Also starting when I was 18, my step-father had some embarrassing moments (for him) when he thought I was my mom. In the dark boat, when he had too much whiskey, he sometimes would slap my ass or reach around and grab my breasts. Many times I didn't have any clothes on. I would turn around with a smile and say, "wrong again" and joke with him by saying, "I'm telling mom."

My mother and step father had avoided all open nudity on our boat until I was 18. Each year after I turned 18, I was nude more and more. And I began having sex, at my mom's urging. It took me some time to have sex talks with her - but she didn't want me to miss out on a healthy and enjoyable sex life in my early adult years.

I thought my step father mistaking me for my mom was funny, and I enjoyed how it turned me on. Once I first slept with someone at 18, I wanted to do it as often as possible. These guys in different ports tended to be older than me. The guys my age seemed too immature, too clumsy in bed and too possessive of me. But being on our sailboat, I sometimes had a month or more between intimate moments with a guy. So a little grope of my breasts or gentle slap on my butt from my step father was welcome, and needed. I wondered if my mother sensed this need, and had my step father do this to me, making it look like a mistake. I didn't have the chance to ask her before she died.

I'm 5' 10' with sandy blond hair and a face and body people tell me reminded them of a young Uma Thurman. But they would politely leave out that my breasts were larger than hers. And, even though I'm 22, I'm all natural with my bush. As strange as it sounds, it is in honor of my mother - that is the way she was. With the frontal view of me, I looked like I could be the younger twin of my mother. Only my nose was a little smaller and my hair a little more blond.

Now it is time to share my possession situation with you. Truth be told, I'm not sure if my mother possesses me now and again, or if I feel the need to carry on where she left off. When my mother died last year, my step father and I honored her will. We had her cremated and put in an urn we keep on the boat. We stayed in port for 6 months, wanting to be where she last was last alive, like her spirit was still around with us. This made no sense, of course, but we both wanted to do this.

It was during our sail to our next port that I felt my mother was talking to me from the beyond, and it was a request I hadn't expected.

While sailing, starting when I was 18, it wasn't unusual for me to be fully nude when I was getting a tan in the boat's cockpit. My older male dates all were turned on by my not having any tan lines. I can see them fantasizing about me putting on the suntan lotion on my bare breasts and clit. All this while my step father was watching me as we sailed. He was only about 10 years older than my many men around the world. But my rule was that they could not board my boat or fly to any of our ports of call. For most of these men, it was lots of sex, but only when I was in that port.

During the second day of our first voyage after my mom passed, I laid out in the sun - nude of course - near my step father. After about a half hour I could see him adjusting himself in his bathing suite, then he asked me to watch the self-steering gear that he set up so that he could go below to the head (the bathroom, of course). After a few days it seemed to be an exact pattern. Me nude with lotion on me, him shifting in his bathing suit, then him going to the head. He never acted this way with me when my mom was alive.

On the fourth day, I ran to the deck access hatch, which gave me a good view of the galley (kitchen). Standing there was my step father jerking off into the sink while looking at a naked picture of me and my mother. It was taken when I was 21, to show how much we looked alike. I didn't need to be a mental health expert to know that he missed my mother and having sex with her, and that my looking so much like her caused him to pretend I was her when he masturbated. I didn't let on that I saw him. I kept my routine so that he wouldn't worry that I knew what he was doing.

In port, we both kept our nudity to below deck or on the beach. There he had plenty of gorgeous women to ogle and fantasize about. He is fit and good looking, so they were looking at him with lust in their eyes. One night I said to my step father, "dad, I would be perfectly fine with you dating women in the different ports we go to."

He almost cried at the gift of approval that I was giving him. Then he said, "Thank you so much - your mother told me that she hoped I would be with other women if she were to die before me. But I'm just not ready yet." He went silent for an hour and went to bed in the main cabin. I slept forward of him, in the v-berth. Both had doors, but we rarely closed them.

I lay in my berth talking in my head to my dead mother. "Mom, is there something I can do to help dad? I feel like I'm a cruel tease as I remind him of the woman he no longer can have. I love him like a dad, but we share no blood, and he always excited me when he accidentally groped me when he thought I was you. By the way, if you told him to do that, thank you. Give me a sign if you want me to comfort him in an intimate way." Just then a strong wave shook the sailboat, then it returned to the gentle lapping of the water. I thought, "OK, mom - I will honor your wish".

I lay awake in my berth the entire night, running through how I should approach my step father. If I said that I felt he needed to have sex with me, he would have felt awful. Frequent nudity with each other since I was 18 or not, he viewed me as his daughter. If I told him that I saw how he masturbated after seeing me nude, he would have been embarrassed and probably feel that he had to leave me. Finally it hit me and I said to myself, "I will pretend I'm possessed by my mother in the middle of the night and have passionate sex with him. Then in the morning I will act like I didn't know what happened."

That morning I had to stick with my routine. I got dressed in my "land clothes", kissed my step father on the cheek and went to spend the day at the house of my older guy friend who I quickly hooked up with at that port. When in a port, it didn't take me long to attract the attention of an older man. We went to lunch, biked around the town, went swimming naked in his pool, relaxed, he cooked me dinner, and then we had the type of sex you have when it is your first time together. I loved how in every port I had such special first time sex with a new older guy. But instead of staying overnight for me to attack his morning wood, I left for my sailboat at 11pm.

"Everything OK, sweetie?" my step father asked as I surprised him by coming home that night. He had a scotch in one hand, a book in the other, and not a stitch of clothes on. He didn't bother putting on his night clothes because he was going to be alone. And he wasn't concerned that I saw him nude, because that almost was a daily occurrence between us. He stepped closer to me and said, "I want to have this book fully read when I return it to the library before we leave." He then gave me a kiss on my forehead, turned around and walked into the cabin - the door remaining open.

Standing there, I realized I didn't even answer his question. I then went into my berth to set my plan in motion. I already had showered and bathed before leaving my new man friend's house. Being on a sailboat my whole life, there is nothing more enjoyable than lying in a soaking tub after a quick shower in a huge bathroom. I stripped down and put on the semi-sheer loose nightgown my mother loved. Then I put on my mother's body lotion like she did, on the elbows and knees. The lavender smell of this lotion and the sight of my mother's nightgown will help make my scheme work.

I laid in my berth for an hour before my step father was sound asleep. I then climbed into the bed with him. I lightly stroked his naked body and started stroking his hardening penis. His eyes opened a little and I said, "Tripp, it's Megan - my spirit entered Brooke's body so that you and I can make love again."

Tripp said, "Brooke, is this you?"

I responded, "No, Tripp - I told you it was me, Megan. Please don't hurt my feelings by not believing me." As I said this I pulled the sheets down to show my mother's nightie. Then I said, "If I was Brooke, I wouldn't know that you like it when I pretend to be a sex starved stranger." When I turned 18, my mom would share all the details behind her great sex with my step father. As I mentioned earlier, she wanted me to get the most enjoyment out of sex.

Tripp said, "That's OK, honey - I've missed you so much" as tears welled up in his eyes. Part of me felt that he wanted to be with me so much that he could talk himself into believing anything. Or maybe he felt like me, that us being together was the closest way for him to be with my mom again.

I passionately kissed Tripp while placing one of his hands under my mother's nightie and on my clit. He then tested me with, "my love, do you remember what you would say when I was rubbing your pussy?" He probably felt he had to give himself a pass with fucking me if he threw one challenge out to me.

I immediately responded, "You have magic fingers - suck me, fuck me, make me your slut! Can we stop with your testing me?!"

Tripp didn't apologize, instead he went into attack mode. He pulled off my mother's nightie, turned me onto my back and spread my legs. He moved to the foot of the bed, between my legs, and plunged his tongue into my pussy. "Holy crap" I thought "I can't cum too many times or he'll know I'm not mom". I started running songs through my head as Tripp stuck his fingers in my wet pussy then stuck them in my ass while going back to using his magic tongue on my clit. I even knew how to moan like my mother.

After 5 minutes of Tripp eating me out like a pro and fingering my ass, I knew that this would be the time my mother had her first orgasm. This I didn't need to fake, I shook for at least 10 or more seconds. "Damn, I missed this, Tripp" I yelled out.

Although my mother mentioned Tripp only does this occasionally, I didn't expect him to order me, while on my back, to have my head over the side of the bed. Although shocked, I had to pretend it was no big deal when he stood next to the bed and deep throat me with his 7-inch shaft. Thank goodness I was great at holding my breath, from diving for lobsters and spear fishing. He was spearing my throat and I was loving it. I thought, "Tomorrow, I need to do this with my man friend."

Tripp said, "you are so much better at this than before" as he pulled out of my mouth to save his load.

"Tripp, it is me, but I'm in Brooke's body - don't worry, she won't know any of this happened. Tomorrow she will be your little girl." I was getting a little carried away, so I stopped talking.

Trip also seemed done with talking, as he rolled me onto all fours and plunged into my wet pussy from behind. He then surprised me by turning on the overhead light with the switch by the bed. I was staring at the large mirror, watching my breasts sway back and forth each time Tripp thrust his big cock further into me. Tripp surprised me with another infrequent move with my mother. He push me flat on my stomach on the bed. Then he put a little lube on my anus and gently worked his wet and rock hard penis into my ass.

After breaking in my asshole, Tripp was quickly pumping in and out of it. I thought "Fuck, how has he not cum yet?!" Then I remembered that my mother said that he was a pro - I just didn't realize how much of a pro he was. Then he reached down and massaged my pussy. That did it - I had my second shaking orgasm. Tripp just laid on my back, his still fully engorged penis in my ass. While still in my ass, Tripp reached under me with one hand and started groping my breasts. "Ah, this I remember and enjoy" I thought.

Without a word, Tripp flipped me over, pulled up my hips and put two pillows under my butt. My hips were in a perfect position as he thrust-ed in and out of me. I thought, "damn, mom was holding out on me with this great move. This is another move to tell my older male friend tomorrow."

Tripp's pacing was magical. He would bring me to just before an orgasm, then pull me back down. Each time he did this I wanted us to explode in a mutual orgasm - but at a higher level each time. When he slowed a bit he would massage my breasts. Like an artist, Tripp knew it was time for my third orgasm. This one was the strongest, and loudest! He pumped a few more times, pulled out of me, and sprayed my chest and face with multiple pumps. And he let out a loud, throaty yell.

I licked Tripp's cum on my face, with an intense desire to taste him. I then rubbed in his cum on my chest. Before I realized it, I said, "Tripp, I love you and miss you so much, especially making love with you." At this point, I thought that really was my mother talking, not me. Then I had a strange feeling that my mother's spirit was next to me, wishing she could say that she loved me and share her appreciation for what I just did with Tripp.

Tripp and I just laid next to each other, one big tangle of arms and legs covered by his spunk. We fell asleep for a half hour. I woke up first, and wanted more from him. This would be his last great move for the night. I shook him awake and said, "Tripp, before I leave, I want you to cum inside me. Don't worry, you know Brooke is on the pill. While Tripp laid on his back, I got a wet wash cloth and washed off Tripp's penis - this is what my mother did. Then I licked his balls and shaft before getting him hard with the beginnings of a gentle blow job. No hard core shoving it down my throat again.

While he was hard and on his back, I climbed on him and had his penis in me in one motion. I rode up and down Tripp, while we lovingly look into each other's eyes. He would massage my large, hanging breasts and now and then I would massage his ball sack and press on his bone between his balls and his asshole. Now I was the artist, bringing him just up to climax then backing down again. He had a worried look on his face, then I remembered that my mother never did this to him. So I had to say, "Brooke told me about this technique."

Tripp's panicked looked passed, then I worked him furiously until the two of us climaxed in unison. While I was still on him, he propped himself up on his elbows and I leaned down to kiss him. He then gently caressed my hanging breasts - this was a much better feeling than when he would reach around and grope me. Eventually I got up and went to my berth to sleep. Not before thoroughly washing myself off.

That morning I woke up after Tripp. He already had made coffee in the galley and had a nervous look on his face. I came out in a bathing suit cover with nothing underneath - this was a typical morning outfit for me since I turned 18. I walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "good morning, daddy." Then I said, "I had one of the most restful sleeps last night - it was like I was dead to the world."

Tripp's face relaxed, as he said, "I had a really great night as well."

The Devil in me had to play with Tripp a bit, "Do we have any cough syrup, dad? My throat is a little sore." And I thought, "and you know why my throat is sore, you dirty old man."

Tripp ran to the pharmacy without me asking him, and came back with an extra large bottle of cough syrup - to match his extra large penis in my throat, I guess. Or because he was hoping to throat fuck me many more times.

About every 3 to 5 months I pull this possession trick on my step father. He eventually started having sex with surprisingly young women in different ports, just like I had older men. He had a type, tall, blonde, busty, and a year or two older than me - hmmm. But I still want him to enjoy the spirit of my mother now and then. And me having the same sex with the same man she did, strangely also made me closer to the spirit of my mother.