The Invisible Pervert: Chapter 1
**Chapter 1: Sandra**
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It is 7:30 AM as John clambers out of bed, naked of course. He is a man with few inhibitions, and as such has decided that the best place to start exploring his new power is right at home…
His mother Sandra is downstairs having woken up at 6, and his sister Peyton is still asleep in her room. He slips on some shoes, grabs a camera and turns on his power. He creeps through the house, silent as a mouse and clear as glass.
He finds his mother in the living room, sitting on the floor doing yoga as is her morning routine. She usually wakes up earlier to give herself time to exercise before work, and today is no exception.
[- Sandra -](https://ibb.co/ZLK3xGT)
He sheepishly stands outside of the room, knowing she can't see him but still wary of his nudity. He feels a stirring in his loins as he looks at her inviting bare soles, his mind going wild with all the things he wishes they would do to his balls.
To ease into things he starts by turning translucent just outside of the doorway in the hallway, and walking past. Sandra sees the ghostly figure, as she had done so multiple times that week already, and calls out to it.
“Hello? Is anyone there? John, Peyton? …I swear, we might actually have a damn ghost…”
John smirks to himself as the idea plants itself in his mother's mind, slinking into the room to stand beside her. He momentarily uses his power to turn the camera invisible, placing it under a chair with a good view of his mother but out of her view.
She begins to change stance as he sneaks around, getting into the downward dog position. As she begins to step backwards, John realises that it is now or never.
As Sandra plants the ball and toes of her left foot down, she feels a warmth and softness underneath. Quite startled, she snaps her head round to look behind herself. What she sees is even more surprising.
A disembodied scrotum rests at the edge of her yoga mat, half-visible up until the base of the crotch where it seems to disconnect (but which is actually just invisible). She twists her foot around a little, feeling both nuggets move around and confirming that it is indeed a fully formed nutsack.
John sits with gritted teeth, his hard cock pointing to heaven where his guardian angel watches with a smile. His eyes flicker back and forth from his mother's astounded face and his stomped balls.
This doesn't last for very long however, as Sandra stands back up. She just stares at the translucent ballbag for a while, unsure of how to proceed. Eventually she crouches down to roughly prod a nut with her finger, before tracing her way up towards John's body. She continues feeling the warmth radiating from his skin after she leaves that which is visible, her hand brushing against his hard invisible cock. She grips it briefly before pushing it away, her mouth open in an offended O.
“Well, well, well Mr. Ghost… seems you're a bit of a pervert! Creeping up on me like that is not very gentlemanly! I guess I'll have to ward you off, make sure you leave this house free from your depraved ways!”
With that Sandra walks to stand beside John, who looks up at her with pleading eyes which she can't see. He lets out a soft “Mommy…” as she raises her foot above his sack, in a voice she can't hear.
Sandra softly places her sole on top of his right testicle, slowly pressing her weight into it as it compressed against the hardwood floor. She reaches out to maintain her balance, resting her hand on top of John's invisible head by accident - she shrugs to herself and just rolls with it. Similarly, John grabs a hold of her leg, hugging onto it to stop himself from involuntarily trying to pry her foot off.
She continues flattening the defenceless orb beneath her foot, occasionally recalibrating and using a different part to squish it. She starts with the heel, then changes to the ball and toes, before settling on the arch.
[- Representation -](https://ibb.co/m8LSJQX)
This continues for some time with Sandra alternating between testicles, as her mind begins to wander and she forgets how strange the whole situation is. Plus, the whole thing feels quite like a nice massage, which is an added benefit.
John can't believe the situation he is in, his dick bobbing up and down threatening to burst purely from the nutpain and mental stimulation of having one of his biggest adolescent fantasies finally come true. His own mother was punishing him by stomping his balls, albeit without knowing his identity and without risk of anyone finding out.
Just as the dam is about to break however, Sandra lifts her foot off of his sack, the skin peeling from the foot it had gotten so acquainted with. John takes the opportunity to make his balls disappear and curl up into a ball, holding his precious jewels out of mommy's reach.
“That should be enough to keep you away… but be warned, Mr. Ghost, if you come back and try anything like that again I'll pop one!”
John feels a bead of precum form at the tip of his dick upon hearing the threat, though is in too much pain to do anything about it. He barely has the energy to reach out and press the stop record button on his camera before looking up at the clock to see it reads 7:45.
‘It can't be…’, he thinks to himself, unable to believe the whole ordeal only lasted 10-15 minutes.
As Sandra rolls up her mat and walks out of the room however, he does feel somewhat happy about it. The added time gives him the opportunity to enact part two of his plan earlier than expected…
​
It is 7:30 AM as John clambers out of bed, naked of course. He is a man with few inhibitions, and as such has decided that the best place to start exploring his new power is right at home…
His mother Sandra is downstairs having woken up at 6, and his sister Peyton is still asleep in her room. He slips on some shoes, grabs a camera and turns on his power. He creeps through the house, silent as a mouse and clear as glass.
He finds his mother in the living room, sitting on the floor doing yoga as is her morning routine. She usually wakes up earlier to give herself time to exercise before work, and today is no exception.
[- Sandra -](https://ibb.co/ZLK3xGT)
He sheepishly stands outside of the room, knowing she can't see him but still wary of his nudity. He feels a stirring in his loins as he looks at her inviting bare soles, his mind going wild with all the things he wishes they would do to his balls.
To ease into things he starts by turning translucent just outside of the doorway in the hallway, and walking past. Sandra sees the ghostly figure, as she had done so multiple times that week already, and calls out to it.
“Hello? Is anyone there? John, Peyton? …I swear, we might actually have a damn ghost…”
John smirks to himself as the idea plants itself in his mother's mind, slinking into the room to stand beside her. He momentarily uses his power to turn the camera invisible, placing it under a chair with a good view of his mother but out of her view.
She begins to change stance as he sneaks around, getting into the downward dog position. As she begins to step backwards, John realises that it is now or never.
As Sandra plants the ball and toes of her left foot down, she feels a warmth and softness underneath. Quite startled, she snaps her head round to look behind herself. What she sees is even more surprising.
A disembodied scrotum rests at the edge of her yoga mat, half-visible up until the base of the crotch where it seems to disconnect (but which is actually just invisible). She twists her foot around a little, feeling both nuggets move around and confirming that it is indeed a fully formed nutsack.
John sits with gritted teeth, his hard cock pointing to heaven where his guardian angel watches with a smile. His eyes flicker back and forth from his mother's astounded face and his stomped balls.
This doesn't last for very long however, as Sandra stands back up. She just stares at the translucent ballbag for a while, unsure of how to proceed. Eventually she crouches down to roughly prod a nut with her finger, before tracing her way up towards John's body. She continues feeling the warmth radiating from his skin after she leaves that which is visible, her hand brushing against his hard invisible cock. She grips it briefly before pushing it away, her mouth open in an offended O.
“Well, well, well Mr. Ghost… seems you're a bit of a pervert! Creeping up on me like that is not very gentlemanly! I guess I'll have to ward you off, make sure you leave this house free from your depraved ways!”
With that Sandra walks to stand beside John, who looks up at her with pleading eyes which she can't see. He lets out a soft “Mommy…” as she raises her foot above his sack, in a voice she can't hear.
Sandra softly places her sole on top of his right testicle, slowly pressing her weight into it as it compressed against the hardwood floor. She reaches out to maintain her balance, resting her hand on top of John's invisible head by accident - she shrugs to herself and just rolls with it. Similarly, John grabs a hold of her leg, hugging onto it to stop himself from involuntarily trying to pry her foot off.
She continues flattening the defenceless orb beneath her foot, occasionally recalibrating and using a different part to squish it. She starts with the heel, then changes to the ball and toes, before settling on the arch.
[- Representation -](https://ibb.co/m8LSJQX)
This continues for some time with Sandra alternating between testicles, as her mind begins to wander and she forgets how strange the whole situation is. Plus, the whole thing feels quite like a nice massage, which is an added benefit.
John can't believe the situation he is in, his dick bobbing up and down threatening to burst purely from the nutpain and mental stimulation of having one of his biggest adolescent fantasies finally come true. His own mother was punishing him by stomping his balls, albeit without knowing his identity and without risk of anyone finding out.
Just as the dam is about to break however, Sandra lifts her foot off of his sack, the skin peeling from the foot it had gotten so acquainted with. John takes the opportunity to make his balls disappear and curl up into a ball, holding his precious jewels out of mommy's reach.
“That should be enough to keep you away… but be warned, Mr. Ghost, if you come back and try anything like that again I'll pop one!”
John feels a bead of precum form at the tip of his dick upon hearing the threat, though is in too much pain to do anything about it. He barely has the energy to reach out and press the stop record button on his camera before looking up at the clock to see it reads 7:45.
‘It can't be…’, he thinks to himself, unable to believe the whole ordeal only lasted 10-15 minutes.
As Sandra rolls up her mat and walks out of the room however, he does feel somewhat happy about it. The added time gives him the opportunity to enact part two of his plan earlier than expected…
