Title: "Unwelcome Visitors"
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The summer heat rolled off the pavement in shimmering waves, turning our once quiet neighborhood into a silent, stifling daze. It was the kind of heat where the air feels thick, wrapping around you like an unwelcome hug. The only escape seemed to be the cool embrace of the swimming pool. It was there that my mom, the envy and admiration of everyone on the block, spent most of her days.
My mother was undeniably beautiful. Her curves, her radiant smile, and her presence commanded attention without effort. As a teenager, I had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers that followed her. But the slow, simmering tension that arose when Matt and David, my closest friends, began to express their own infatuation with her was something entirely unexpected.
Despite their usual lax demeanor, they had become increasingly fixated, their gazes lingering longer and their jokes laced with uncomfortable hints. The change was gradual but palpable. A part of me wanted to brush it off as harmless admiration or teenage hormones, yet another part couldn’t shake off the growing unease.
That fateful afternoon, the sun blazed high and mercilessly. I was lounging by the pool, absently flipping through a magazine when I heard a splash. Mom was in the hot tub, luxuriating in the bubbling water, dressed in her favorite red bikini that hugged her body perfectly. Beside me, the world felt strangely still.
It happened so suddenly. One moment she was relaxing, her eyes closed as the jets massaged her back, and the next, her head jerked back violently as though an unseen force had gripped her. Her body convulsed, muscles twitching uncontrollably before finally, she went still, her chest heaving with deep breaths.
Panic gripped me. I scrambled to my feet, unsure whether to run for help or to jump into the hot tub. Before I could decide, her eyes snapped open, a slanted, predatory smile stretching across her face. Her hand traveled slowly, almost languidly, to her ample chest, caressing it with an unfamiliar touch.
“Check out who's back in mommy,” she teased, her voice dripping with a sultriness so unlike her usual warmth.
I froze, the implication settling over me like a cold shadow. There was a familiarity in those eyes, in that tone. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm, a horrifying realization dawning. Matt or David. How—?
She, or they, rose from the water gracefully, water cascading down her curves, enhancing every supple line. She started to dance, moving her hips with an exaggerated sway, her hands slapping her own firm backside. Her eyes never left mine, daring me to react, to acknowledge what was happening.
“Guess who it is today?” the voice taunted, relish evident in her—or his—every word.
I wanted to scream, to make it stop, but the words caught in my throat. Behind the lewd gestures and mocking grin, my mother's essence was suffocating beneath the weight of possession. Anger and helplessness mingled, igniting a fire in my chest.
“Stop it!” I finally found my voice, the shout breaking through the deceitful delight. “This isn’t funny! Bring her back!”
The smile faltered ever so slightly, a glimmer of my torment reflecting back at me. And then, as suddenly as it started, the convulsions returned. Mom’s body contorted, fingers clawing at the air before she crumpled to the ground. Silence followed, broken only by her labored breathing.
Those tense seconds felt like an eternity, but then she opened her eyes again—this time, truly her. Confusion and fear chased away the brief glimmer of consciousness. She looked up at me, lost.
“Sweetheart, what… what happened?” she whispered, eyes wide with innocence and vulnerability.
I bent down, helping her to her feet, my own emotions a chaotic storm. I couldn't bear to tell her the truth, not just yet. What was happening went beyond my understanding. But one certainty stood clear: Matt and David had crossed a line, and it was up to me to stop them.
As the sun set behind the houses, casting long, twisted shadows across the lawn, I made a silent vow to reclaim my mother. The fight had only just begun.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write a story where my mom was the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood. She would draw eyed from everyone because of her curvaceous and busty figure. The problem is my two friends Matt and David both find her extremely hot as well. I never thought they would find a possession spell to take turns possessing her body but that's exactly what happened. Every other day one of them takes over her body and usually puts on a bikini or something low cut to show off moms' chest. While my mom was out in the hot tub, I was by the pool with her when I saw her head fly back and she began to convulse after she was done a hand went to her large chest and she smirked at me and said Check out whose back in mommy teasing me. They got up and did a little dance shaking my mom's butt and gave it a slap. I wonder who it is today.
Response: The summer heat rolled off the pavement in shimmering waves, turning our once quiet neighborhood into a silent, stifling daze. It was the kind of heat where the air feels thick, wrapping around you like an unwelcome hug. The only escape seemed to be the cool embrace of the swimming pool. It was there that my mom, the envy and admiration of everyone on the block, spent most of her days. My mother was undeniably beautiful. Her curves, her radiant smile, and her presence commanded attention without effort. As a teenager, I had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers that followed her. But the slow, simmering tension that arose when Matt and David, my closest friends, began to express their own infatuation with her was something entirely unexpected. Despite their usual lax demeanor, they had become increasingly fixated, their gazes lingering longer and their jokes laced with uncomfortable hints. The change was gradual but palpable. A part of me wanted to brush it off as harmless admiration or teenage hormones, yet another part couldn’t shake off the growing unease. That fateful afternoon, the sun blazed high and mercilessly. I was lounging by the pool, absently flipping through a magazine when I heard a splash. Mom was in the hot tub, luxuriating in the bubbling water, dressed in her favorite red bikini that hugged her body perfectly. Beside me, the world felt strangely still. It happened so suddenly. One moment she was relaxing, her eyes closed as the jets massaged her back, and the next, her head jerked back violently as though an unseen force had gripped her. Her body convulsed, muscles twitching uncontrollably before finally, she went still, her chest heaving with deep breaths. Panic gripped me. I scrambled to my feet, unsure whether to run for help or to jump into the hot tub. Before I could decide, her eyes snapped open, a slanted, predatory smile stretching across her face. Her hand traveled slowly, almost languidly, to her ample chest, caressing it with an unfamiliar touch. “Check out who's back in mommy,” she teased, her voice dripping with a sultriness so unlike her usual warmth. I froze, the implication settling over me like a cold shadow. There was a familiarity in those eyes, in that tone. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm, a horrifying realization dawning. Matt or David. How—? She, or they, rose from the water gracefully, water cascading down her curves, enhancing every supple line. She started to dance, moving her hips with an exaggerated sway, her hands slapping her own firm backside. Her eyes never left mine, daring me to react, to acknowledge what was happening. “Guess who it is today?” the voice taunted, relish evident in her—or his—every word. I wanted to scream, to make it stop, but the words caught in my throat. Behind the lewd gestures and mocking grin, my mother's essence was suffocating beneath the weight of possession. Anger and helplessness mingled, igniting a fire in my chest. “Stop it!” I finally found my voice, the shout breaking through the deceitful delight. “This isn’t funny! Bring her back!” The smile faltered ever so slightly, a glimmer of my torment reflecting back at me. And then, as suddenly as it started, the convulsions returned. Mom’s body contorted, fingers clawing at the air before she crumpled to the ground. Silence followed, broken only by her labored breathing. Those tense seconds felt like an eternity, but then she opened her eyes again—this time, truly her. Confusion and fear chased away the brief glimmer of consciousness. She looked up at me, lost. “Sweetheart, what… what happened?” she whispered, eyes wide with innocence and vulnerability. I bent down, helping her to her feet, my own emotions a chaotic storm. I couldn't bear to tell her the truth, not just yet. What was happening went beyond my understanding. But one certainty stood clear: Matt and David had crossed a line, and it was up to me to stop them. As the sun set behind the houses, casting long, twisted shadows across the lawn, I made a silent vow to reclaim my mother. The fight had only just begun.
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