The Blessing of William A. Lester [or, What I Tell Everyone, Who Threatens to Murder Me]…


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Date: February 20, 2019


The Midnight Journals is a medium for fictional, creative story writing.


Carmen and Lucille Hollins lived in Silverdale, WA., with their five year old son Ernest.

They were a typical family, like any other…Carmen working for the local university, as head groundskeeper…Lucille, functioning as secretary, at Saint Herman’s Cathedral…and Ernest just beginning kindergarten.

They lived in a lovely house, in a lovely neighborhood, with lovely neighbors around them.

All was amazing and wonderful, and they thanked the good lord, for their wonderful, godly life…until one night…as Carmen and Lucille lay in bed sleeping…

…moaning, and heavy panting began, from the bedroom of little Ernest…

“Oooh!..Ooooh!”, exclaimed little Ernest…So excited was he, that he woke his mother Lucille…who came rushing to his room…

What Lucille saw as she flipped on the light, horrified her…

As her five year old son lay in bed…the look of pleasured ecstasy all over his face…Lucille saw a huge, human sized lump under the blankets…going up, up, up…to the top…bobbing up and down, immediately above her five year old son’s groin!…

…”Oh, dear Jesus!…My son is being molested by an intruder!”, shrieked Lucille…quickly reaching for the blankets, and throwing them off the bed…

Yet, what she then saw, left her just stunned…

…Her son laid naked, from ankle to belly button…his penis erect as can be…and without any visible presence, his little stiff penis jerked “this” way, and then “that” way, and bobbed up and down, as both Lucille and Ernest stared, mesmerized at this “dancing penis”…

Lucille screamed and fainted…Carmen ran to the room to find his wife on the floor, and Ernest going into full blown orgasm.

“Oh, dear god, no!”, yelled Carmen. He picked up his son in his arms, grabbed his wife by the leg, and quickly scurried for the door…closing it behind him.

The rest of that night, they all slept together…And it was fine.

The next morning, Lucille was hysterical…but Carmen kept saying, “I’m sure it was just a hallucination. I’ll check the pipes, for any gas leaks, and make sure the house is properly ventilated”…”You could not have seen, what you claim!”

The day went by without incident…and bedtime came back around…

Reason set in…and Lucille finally came around…”No, that was not possible!”, she thought to herself…and Ernest went to bed, in his own room…

Around midnight, Lucille awoke, to more moaning and heavy panting…She sprung out of bed, grabbing her tennis racket Carmen had bought her for her birthday, which she’d never used…

Once again, she discovered a human sized mound, under the covers of her son’s bed…a big, “head sized” lump bobbing up and down, over her little son’s crotch…

“Oh, mommy!…It feels So Good!”, exclaimed Ernest as he lay there, his mouth agape, and eyes staring off into space.

Lucille started striking at the mound, with her racket…causing the blanket to dent in, and yet rebound to form, after the tennis racket had been pulled back…

The tawdry and obscene event continued, without missing a beat, as Lucille mercilessly pummeled the form…She must have gotten more exercise with that tennis racket in the following two minutes, than she had in the last two years…as she swung at every inch of “the monster molesting her baby boy”…

Suddenly, Ernest stiffened up…his whole body, not just his penis…and let out a joyous sigh, as he experienced another orgasm…And the mound under his bed covers, slowly deflated down to normal blanket form.

Lucille grabbed Ernest, and ran!…slamming the door behind her!

She woke Carmen, who she spent the next three hours sobbing too…The three slept together again…though, Ernest had been fast asleep, all along…having had a nice, relaxing blow job, earlier.

The next day, Ernest wanted to go into his room “to play”, but Lucille yelled, “Stay out of there!”, seeing the pronounced bulge, protruding forward in his pants.

“But I wanna grab a toy!”, protested Ernest.

“No!…Every time you go in there, you!…you!…Well, I don’t know what is going on, but I know it is wicked, and of the devil!”, yelled Lucille.

With a skulk on his face, Ernest stomped off…and eventually having to wee, he went into the bathroom…unzipping, and releasing himself in front of the toilet…

As he stood there…the bathroom door slowly closed, and the lock strangely clicked…As something soft, moist and wet clasped around Ernest…and he began to sway his hips, forward and backward…moaning…

Lucille, hearing all this moaning, rushed to the door and grabbed the knob…twisting and pushing, but unable to get the door open…She started pounding on the door, yelling, “Ernest!…What is going on in there?!…Open the door this instant!”…

But five year old Ernest did not respond…only moaning, panting and “bucking” himself into…something that was not there…

The next day, after Lucille spent two hours begging Carmen to get the family out of the house, she went online and consulted with an exorcist…

Orlando G. Holcomb, “Medium Extraordinaire” told her that sometimes you can see the ghostly apparitions, by using a black light…and sometimes, their voices and sounds were picked up by electrical devices that could render sound waves…

Off to the hardware store, Lucille went. She returned home, armed with a long black light.

Tonight…Lucille was going to confront the vile perverted creature, that was deflowering her son in their own home.

Lucille slept on the floor beside Ernest’s bed…and shortly after midnight, she herd Ernest moaning…again…and again…

Lucille sprung to her feet, grabbed her black light, clicked it on, and flung all the blankets back…revealing a ghostly specter, mashing his face into little Ernest’s crotch, as he appreciatively lay back enjoying it.

Lucille screamed, “Stop It!…Stop It Now!”, as she started swatting away at the head of this figure…her hand swooping clean through his head, as though gliding through clean, cool air…

Lucille could not force the ghostly pervert to stop, as Ernest’s penis bobbed and sprang, pulsating and spasming…As soon as Ernest came out of his first orgasm, the figure paused…turned his head and eyes back at Lucille…grinned a massive grin…gave a little wave, “Hello!”, and proceeded working towards Ernest’s second orgasm.

“You foul beast!”, screamed Lucille, as she grabbed Ernest out of bed…and the ghostly form remained fastened around little Earnest’s shaft…floating right along with the two…Lucille trying to swat and shoo the pervert away!

They ran into the closet, and slammed the door…Ran out of the closet, into the bathroom and slammed the door…ran out of the bathroom, down into the basement and slammed the door…ran out of the basement into the living room…

…Ernest telling his mommy, “the extra speed and jerking around, was making the feelings extra good!”, forced Lucille to stop…set Ernest on the living room floor…and just let things play out…

Lucille watched in outrage, as her son spent the next fifteen minutes being brought to orgasm, five more times…before the specter finally let the boys cock free, straightened itself up a bit, and vanished into thin air.

The next day…Lucille and Carmen had the local priest, Father Michael Daluz perform an exorcism on their home…while Ernest snuck off, to…”play with his new, imaginary friend”…

“Perhaps we need to bless little Ernest’s penis!”, exclaimed Father Daluz with a gleam in his eye, as Lucille and Carmen traded glances of suspicion, back and forth…

“No! I don’t believe that will be necessary!”, responded Carmen, as he grabbed Father Daluz by the arm and escorted him out the front door.

The next night would have been a simple repeat of the last several…except this time, they found Ernest on all fours, bucking his stiffness downward, as he straddled what would be discovered as the ghostly pervert’s head…

…”This is so good, Mommy!”, Ernest exclaimed, as he kept shagging the spirit’s mouth…

…Both parents stood looking on…stunned…as Ernest got laid, for the next forty five minutes.

The next day…Carmen sobbed to Lucille…”Honey!…I have to tell you something!”

“With all this excitement going on…I finally just remembered all of my many forgotten memories, of satanic abuse!” “It’s kind of hazy…but, I remember lots of underground tunnels, sacrificed animal piñatas, hand and blow jobs…John Podesta…and lots of pizza…possibly with black olives, and anchovies!”…”It was horrible!”…

…”The satanic sexual abuse?”, sobbed Lucille…

…”No…we all kinda liked that, a whole fuck ton of a lot…But the anchovies John Podesta forced us to eat!…Disgusting!”, wept Carmen.

We have got to consult with a professional, declared Lucille…

…And that is just what they did!

Enter Madam Sharon Hopson, a medium from the other side of town…Her website says she specializes in speaking with deceased gerbils and goldfish…But, at twenty dollars an hour she cost about 800 percent less, than the next highest candidate…plus, she came at the high recommendation of the homeless bag lady, living in the woods on the edge of town.

Madam Sharon entered the home of Carmen, Lucille and Ernest, quickly setting up her candles and props…They all gathered around, setting at the table…holding hands and forming a circle.

Sharon spoke…

…”Spirit! Show yourself!’….

Nothing happened for a moment…until a thud was herd, right below the table, where Ernest was setting…and a massive grin, spread across the face of Ernest…

…Thud! and the table raddles……Thud! and the table raddles……Thud! and the table raddles…

“What is going on!”, screeched Lucille, as the banging below the table quickened in pace…

“Oh, not again!”, bemoaned Carmen…”My five year old son is being homosexually blow jobbed, by a pervert ghost!…Make it stop!”.

All three adults quickly peeked underneath the table, seeing nothing…except a pants less Ernest, and a stiff penis being tugged at…Lucille grabbed her black light, and shown it below the table…revealing the cock sucker, presently “sending Ernest to the moon”…”and back”…”repeatedly”…

After about half an hour, of relentless kicking at the spirit, from every conceivable direction…Ernest yelled out, “Oh, God! Fuck Yes!”…

“We demand you explain yourself!”, spoke Madam Sharon…

…Followed promptly by, “And hurry it up! I don’t want to have to pay this witch, for a second hour!”, from Carmen.

The figure got to his feet, dusted himself off a bit…sat at the table, and looked at Madam Sharon…glancing at her hand bag, and back at her…

“Oh!…Yes, yes!”, responded Madam Sharon…retrieving a six dollar transistor radio from her big, brown purse.

Turning the tiny radio on, the four were greeted with a, “Heya! What’s up!”…

“Who are you!”, asked Madam Sharon.

“Well…My name is William A. Lester, at your service!”, responded the spirit.

“And what do you want, with this little boys tiny penis?!”, continued Madam Sharon.

William A. Lester sat back…”Well, it’s a long story, and it might cost Mister Hollins here, a few more hours on the clock…but if you must know…”

…”We’ll accept the truncated version, thank you!”, interrupted Carmen.

“…Right…”, came back William…

…”…There I was, all alive, intact and uncharred, back in 1838…working on a plantation, as a tutor for the masters young son…nine year old Jerome…One night, he was taking a bath…It was all innocent n everything, you see?…and while climbing out of the tub naked as a jaybird…which he had snuck into, entirely without my knowledge, while I was laying on the floor, cleaning dead cockroaches out from underneath it…I’d lost track of time, apparently…But, I was solely thinking of young Master Jerome’s health and safety!…Anyway…You see…young Master Jerome slipped and fell…and my mouth opened wide, in horror of the sight, of young Master Jerome in peril…And wouldn’t ya know it?…his rock hard little Johnson happened to hit me, right inside my wide, gaping mouth!…I was so shocked and horrified, my natural reflexes caused my lips to seal around his glorious little shaft!…It’s biological, see?…I couldn’t help it!…and it tasted so fabulous!…Why, I had never even conceived of being in that position with a nine year old boy…except for the three thousand times or so, while masturbating…But that’s a whole other issue, unrelated, entirely!”…

…”One thing led to another, and young Master Jerome wouldn’t stop taking liberties with me as his subordinate, if you know what I mean?…And when his daddy walked in on us, he promptly had me burnt at the stake!…I don’t recommend that experience, no-sir-ee!…Never been the same, since!”…

…”But I did get off one promise…and golly, gee wiz, it actually worked!…I told that homophobe, I will haunt your bloodline!…find and repeatedly suck off, every five to thirteen year old boy that springs from it!…and turn seventy three percent of them gay!”…

…”Mind you…I don’t know where I got the seventy three percent from…it just popped into my head…and I cant really turn anyone gay…but, it pissed that bastard off really grand…and I enjoyed seeing that look on his face, as I burnt away”…

“What does this have to do with any of us?”, demanded Lucille.

William muttered…”Well…I’m not familiar with the specifics, but young Master Jerome got so mad, he kicked a chicken…and it died…”

“Voodoo!”, gasped Madam Sharon.

“Well…maybe”, responded William…”But as it were, Master Orlando Hollins did me real dirty…I’ve been keeping all the young males in his blood line nicely gay, ever since…It’s my lot in life…er, death, as it were…Mmmm”…

“That was you?!”, interrupted Carmen, his eyes bulging wide…

…”Every single night!”, grinned William…”Your meat was quite sweet, especially between seven and nine!”…

Carmen blushed.

…”Oh!…and I’m here to make good on my claim!”, stated William…”So, if you’ll excuse us two love birds…We’re gonna take a little trip over to his cousins, and have a little incest orgy!”…

“It’s very time consuming…and it takes a lot out of me, as the family keeps growing larger…But wherever there’s a small wee…there I’ll be!”…

Ernest and William stood up, clasped hands…and promptly pranced out the door…

Carmen looked around resolute…”It’s the goddamned family curse of William A. Lester!!!”…

Peeking his head back through the door, Ernest retorted…”No, daddy…It’s the blessing of William A. Lester!”.

The End

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