Chapter 12: Halloween Costumed Roleplaying b
bySusanJillParker©
"Thank you," I said returning her sexy smile with my sexy smile and her naughty look with my naughty look.
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There was something different about my mother. In the way that my mother had never looked at me before, as if giving me the eye, she looked at me now as if I was her Halloween date instead of her son. It was then that I wondered if my mother was going to ask me to escort her to the Halloween party. I'd love to attend a Halloween party with my mother as her escort, especially with her dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse.
I imagined her getting drunk enough to have my wicked, sexual way with her sexy, shapely body on the way home. I imagined parking somewhere secluded and romantic. I imagined kissing my mother, French kissing her and her returning my kisses while I felt her through her nurse's costume. I imagined unzipping her nurse's costume to expose her bra clad breasts and her white, bikini panties.
"You look hotter than Hot Lips Houlihan," I said while wishing that I could see her showering naked in the way that Hot Lips was deliberately exposed showering naked to the men at camp.
The only real chance of having sex with my mother, I figured that this was the extent of our exchange, that is until my mother spoke again.
"You make a good-looking doctor," she said looking me as if I was a stranger instead of her son. Then, adding to my horniness and encouraging my incestuous attraction to my mother by teasing me and giving me an erection, she said something that totally shocked me. "If you were my doctor," she said with a long and thoughtful pause as if she was rethinking what she was about to say. "I'd allow you to strip me naked," she said with another sexy smile and a wink while biting her lip.
I couldn't believe she said what she said. I'd love nothing more than to unzip and remove her nurse's costume before removing her bra and panties. As if I wasn't horny enough, now with the image of stripping my mother naked, I wanted to strip my mother naked. Preoccupied with the images of removing the clothes she normally wears, her blouse, her skirt, her bra, her panties, and stripping my mother naked, I laughed a nervous laugh before saying what I said.
"You make me wish I was your doctor," I said while wondering if she'd continue this sexy, pillow talking game.
'I'd love to strip you naked,' I thought and wishing that I had the nerve to say what I was thinking.
This was my mother and not some mature woman that I picked up on the street. Then, as if imagining her saying it, she said what I still can't believe she said. She said what I was thinking.
"If you were my doctor," she said giving me another naughty look along with a submissive smile, "I'd have sex with you." Then, she leaned up to me as if about to tell me a secret. "If you were my doctor, I'd blow you," she said in a whisper. "I'd suck your cock," she said looking up at me with her big, brown eyes as if she was waiting for me to kiss her.
'What? No way. I replayed everything through my mind as if I had recorded all that she said. 'If I was my mother's doctor, she'd allow me to strip her naked? If I was my mother's doctor, she'd have sex with me? If I was her doctor, she'd blow me? She'd suck my cock? Are you kidding me? Holy Hell,' I thought. 'What's come over my mother?'
Who is this woman? My mother never talked to me like that, especially not about sex, and especially not about having sex with me and giving me a blowjob. Now, I wish I had gone to medical school instead of graduating with a liberal arts degree. Maybe if I was a real, medical doctor with a degree in medicine, my mother would allow me to examine her naked body while having sex with her sexy, MILF of a figure. Maybe my mother would blow me. Maybe my mother would suck my cock.
Wishing that I was her doctor, she made me wish that I was her doctor instead of her son. Wishing that she would have sex with me, she made me wish that she'd invite me to the Halloween party. I'd love nothing more than to be with my mother while driving her home when she was drunk and I was horny. I'd love nothing more than to find out if my mother really would suck my cock. I'd love nothing more than to go parking with her under the false pretense that I was too drunk to drive.
'Let's park here, Mother,' I imagined saying. 'I'm too drunk to drive. Maybe if we made out, I'd feel better,' I imagined saying. 'Maybe if you continually French kissed, you'd dilute the alcohol with your saliva and I'd be sober enough to drive,' I imagined saying to my drunken mother and her believing me enough to continually French kiss me. 'Maybe if you blew me, Mom, in the way of sucking a snake bite, you'd suck out the alcohol by having me cum in your mouth,' I thought an even more ridiculous thought. I imagined unzipping myself and pulling out my stiff prick. 'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. Suck me sober.'
In the same way that I'd love to make out with my mother, I'd love for my mother to blow me. Suddenly, instead of feeling like her son, I felt as if I was playing an acting role as a doctor in an X-rated version of the General Hospital, soap opera. I was as horny as I was emboldened by what my mother had just said about me stripping her naked, having sex with her naked body, and her blowing me as if I was really her doctor.
Now I couldn't help but imagine her doctor stripping her naked. I couldn't help but imagine her doctor seeing, touching, and feeling her big tits. I couldn't help but imagine my mother in her doctor's examining room wearing nothing but a skimpy, revealing, backless hospital gown. I couldn't help but wonder if my mother already had sex with her doctor and already sucked his cock.
As if giving her an innocent hug, taking this opportunity to make my move, I walked behind her to wrap my arms around her slim waist. Then, as if I was soliciting her for sex, and I was, I pressed my growing erection against her shapely backside. I could feel my erection penetrating her ass crack through her Halloween costume and through her panties. As much as I could feel her shapely ass against me, I knew she could feel my hardening cock against her. Being that she was already sexually solicitous of me, I couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking what I was thinking.
'Does my mother want me to strip her naked? Does she want to have sex with me? Would she really suck my cock? As much as I'd love to see my mother naked, I'd love for her to suck my cock,' I thought.
I looked at my mother as if she wasn't my mother but a woman that I picked up at a bar and who brought me home to her house.
"You make a good-looking nurse, Mom," I said whispering in her ear while still holding her and hugging from behind.
My mother smelled and felt so good. I couldn't get enough of pressing my horny body against her shapely body.
"Thank you, Doctor Michael," she said continuing her roleplaying game of doctor and nurse.
Consumed by all she had said, overwhelmed with a sudden sexual attraction for my mother, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch and feel her through her Halloween costume while kissing her. I wanted to strip her naked. I wanted to have sex with my mother. I wanted her to blow me. Hoping she'd allow me to strip her naked, have sex with her, and suck my cock, I continued pretending that I was her doctor instead of her son.
"Nurses wished they looked as beautiful, as shapely, and as sexy as you do in this nurse's costume," I said laying it on thick. "If you were my nurse, I'd love you to give me a sponge bath." Then, following her lead, I said what I'd never thought I'd say to my mother. "If you were my nurse, I'd strip you naked," I said pausing to watch her reaction to imagining me stripping her naked. Then, going for broke, I confessed what I sexually wanted to do to my mother. "If you were my nurse, I'd lick your pussy while fingering your pussy," I said.
As if I was a contestant on Groucho Marx's game show of old, You Bet Your Life, and said the magic word, swooning with my incestuous words, my mother melted in my arms. I waited for her to push me away. I waited for her to admonish me and even slap me across my face for saying what I said about wanting to lick and finger her pussy. Instead, she turned her head to look at me and smiled at my sexually inappropriate, lustful confession.
Just as I couldn't believe my mother said what she said, I couldn't believe that I reciprocated in kind and said what I said. How dare I talk like that to my mother? Yet, she didn't seem to mind me wanting to strip her naked and/or lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. If anything, she seemed sexually aroused.
Was she sexually teasing me? I couldn't tell. Was she soliciting me for incestuous sex? I didn't know. This was my mother and not some drunken, cougar of a whore that I picked up at a bar and who brought me home to her house.
"Thank you, Doctor," she said with a giggle and a wiggle of her shapely ass against my obvious erection.
In the way that she pressed and wiggled her shapely ass against my erection that tented my pants, when I grabbed and held her by the side of her hips, I could imagine fucking my mother doggie style. I'd love nothing more than to bend her over her bed, raise her nurse's costume, and pull down her panties and stick my stiff prick in her wet cunt. I'd love nothing more than to fuck my mother. I'd love nothing more than to hear and see my mother having a sexual orgasm.
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Alone in the house with my mother while my sister, my aunt, and my cousin were still at work, this was it. This was my chance to see how far I could go with my mother. After what she said about what she'd do if I were her doctor, this was my engraved invitation, at the very least, to feel my mother through her Halloween costume. Perhaps, with me being a pretend doctor wearing a Halloween costume too, she'd allow me to strip her naked and have sex with her naked body. Maybe she'd even blow me.
'I'd love to feel her and touch her everywhere a son should never feel and touch his naked mother. I'd love to see my mother naked. I'd love to lick and finger her pussy,' I thought. 'I'd love to make love to her before fucking her hard and fast. I'd love to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,' I thought. 'I'd love her to blow me.'
Pretending that I was a degenerate doctor and she was my naughty nurse, I took one, slow, sexual step at a time. Expecting her to stop me and while waiting for her to stop me, I moved my horny hands down and around my mother's shapely hips to see how far she'd allow me to touch and feel her shapely ass. Going where no son should ever go with his mother, I took a chance that she wanted me to touch and feel her through her Halloween costume as much as I wanted to touch and feel her through her sexy nurse's uniform.
What did I have to lose? Either she'd welcome my incestuous touches or she'd reject them. Maybe after she made the first sexual move in telling me that if I was her doctor she'd allow me to strip her naked, have sex with her, and blow me, that she was waiting for me to make the next incestuous move. If I didn't touch, feel, and grope my mother now, I'd surely regret not touching, feeling, and groping her later. If she rejected my incestuous advances, by touching, feeling, and groping whatever I could of her now, at least I'd have something to masturbate over later.
As if she was a woman other than my mother, daring myself to do so, I touched her ass. When she didn't stop me from touching her ass, I felt her ass. Then, when she didn't stop me from feeling her ass, I groped her ass as if I was a pervert on the subway. When she still didn't slap my hand away, I squeezed her ass and I slapped my mother's ass through her nurse's costume and panties. I couldn't believe that I was feeling, groping, squeezing, and slapping her shapely ass. I couldn't believe that she was allowing me to feel, grope, squeeze, and slap her shapely ass.
As if she was a sexy nurse instead of my morally, modest mother, I felt as if I was her depraved doctor sexually molesting her instead of her son sexually and inappropriately touching and feeling her. I couldn't believe that I had the audacity to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother's ass through her nurse's, Halloween costume. Shocked as much as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe that my mother was allowing me to have my wicked, sexual way with her ass.
After having my inappropriate, sexual way with my mother's ass, I wondered if she'd allow me to have my inappropriate, sexual way with her breasts too. I'd love nothing more than to touch, feel, and fondle my mother's big tits through her Halloween costume. I'd love to finger her nipples through her bra.
Only, one step at a time, I didn't want to go too fast too soon. It was enough that I was having fun with my mother's ass. If I touched and felt her breasts too, she may reject me. She may put an end to my incestuous groping fun. It was one thing to touch and feel my mother's ass but sexually something else entirely to feel my mother's big tits too.
Having never touched my mother in such a sexually inappropriate way before, waiting and expecting her to do so, she surprised me when she didn't slap my groping hand away. Instead of discouraging my sexual touches, gropes, and feels, she encouraged my sexual touches, gropes, and feels. She obviously enjoyed being touched as much as I enjoyed touching her. Building up the courage to continue sexually assaulting my mother, I couldn't wait to touch and feel her big tits in the way that I was touching and feeling her firm ass.
As if I was fucking her from behind, she surprised me by encouraging me to touch and feel her even more by leaning forward and wiggling her ass to my touches, gropes, slaps, and squeezes. Obviously, my mother wanted me to continue feeling, groping, slapping and squeezing her ass through her sexy nurse's uniform as much as I wanted to feel, grope, slap, and squeeze her ass through her Halloween costume. My mother had such a firm, round, shapely ass. I loved feeling her sexy ass.
Encouraged to do so by her wiggling against my erection that tented my pants, I was tempted to move my horny hand under her costume to feel her panty clad ass and pussy. Encouraged to do so by her not stopping me by slapping my hand away, I was tempted to lift the back of her costume and push down her panties. If this was anyone else but my mother, we'd be having sex by now. Yet, this was my mother and I was making my sexual moves on uncharted ground.
I only wished I could touch and feel her breasts in the way that I was touching and feeling her ass. I love my mother's big tits. Yet, afraid to do so, I didn't want to prematurely spoil my fun. Tempted to reach around her, I'd love to unzip her uniform. I'd love to feel her big breasts and finger her emerging nipples through her bra. Only, not wanting to rush things and ruin my chances, I needed to take things slow.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I don't believe this. My mother is obviously enjoying my feeling, groping, squeezing, and slapping her ass through her nurse's costume. I wonder if she'd allow me to feel her tits too through her Halloween costume.'
Then, taking my chance by seizing my opportunity, I went for broke, I moved my hands in front of her while staring over her shoulder at her exposed cleavage and at the huge impressions her breasts made in her costume. Going with the flow to see how far she'd allow me to go after she allowed me to feel her ass, I summoned the courage to feel her breasts through her Halloween costume. Slowly and carefully, as if I was a pickpocket lifting a wallet, I reached around her and touched her breast ever so stealthily and ever so gently before squeezing her big tit, first one and then the other.
I felt, cupped, fondled, and squeezed one breast before I felt, cupped, fondled, and squeezed her other breast. I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's breasts. I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to feel her breasts. In the way that I felt her ass, I felt her breasts. Moving my hands all over her big tits, I squeezed them, groped them, and fondled them.
When I felt her breasts, expecting her to slap my hand away from her tits in the way that I expected her to slap my hand away from her ass, she surprised me when she didn't. Moreover, I could tell by her breathing that my mother was as sexually excited as I was incestuously horny. After feeling her ass and now her breasts, I wondered what else she'd allow me to do. My imagination ran wild with all of the incestuous, sexual things that I'd love to do with my mother's beautiful body.
Expecting her to do so, I waited for her to put a stop to my incestuous groping. Then, when she didn't stop me, I continued feeling both her breasts with both my horny hands. As soon as her nipples made their appearances known by pushing against my palms, I felt her hard, erect nipples through her nurse's costume and bra with my fingertips. After feeling my mother's shapely ass through her Halloween costume, I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's big tits while fingering her erect nipples, too.
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'I don't believe this. I can't believe I'm feeling up my mother. I can't believe my mother is allowing me to touch and feel her in such a sexually inappropriate way,' I thought. 'I go from never having any sexual interaction with my mother to this. If it wasn't enough that she allowed me to touch, feel, grope, squeeze, and slap her ass, I can't believe she allowed me to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples through her nurse's costume and bra.'
Expecting her motherly admonishment, I expected her to slap my hand away from having my sexual way with her tits, in the way that I expected her to slap my hand away from having my sexual way with her ass. Only, in the way that she encouraged me to feel her ass by wiggling her ass against my erection, she encouraged me to feel her breasts by swaying as if she was dancing. Obviously aware that I was feeling her breasts in the way that she was obviously aware that I had felt her ass, she stared down at my hands feeling her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her costume and bra.
As if giving me not only her permission but also her approval to go where no son should ever go with his mother, she stared up at me and smiled. Obviously, my mother was aware what I was doing in feeling her ass and tits through her clothes. Obviously, my mother wanted me to feel her ass and tits through her Halloween costume as much as I wanted to feel her ass and tits through her sexy, X-rated nurses uniform.
Then, when I walked around her to face her, she turned the tables on me. If it wasn't enough that she allowed me to feel her ass and her tits, she surprised me by reaching her hand down and under my lab coat to grope my growing erection through my pants. My mother was feeling my cock through my pants. Something that I had always imagined her doing while masturbating over the sexual fantasy of having sex with my mother, I couldn't believe my mother was feeling my cock through my pants.
Sexually teasing me with her fingertips by fingering the head of my cock in the way that I sexually teased her by fingering her nipples through her costume and bra, she made me harder and hornier. As if taking hold of a cucumber in a supermarket, she took hold of my dick with her hand through my pants. She continued fondling my stiff prick through my pants. As if she was mapping my cock with her fingers, she traced the girth and the length of my erection.
In the way that I was feeling up my mother, my mother was feeling up me too. Even though she was my mother and I was her son, obviously what was good for the goose was good for the gander. As much as she obviously wanted me to touch and feel her and as much as I wanted her to touch and feel her, she obviously wanted to touch and feel me as much as I wanted her to touch and feel me.
'I don't believe this,' I thought. 'I never thought she'd allow me to feel her ass and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. I never thought she'd reach down to feel my cock through my pants. Even though I masturbated over fantasizing having sex with my mother, I never thought she'd want to have sex with me.'
I looked at her while wondering why she allowed me to touch and feel her shapely ass and her big breasts now in the way that I always wanted to touch and feel her through her clothes before. I wondered why she suddenly had the sexual urge to feel my erection through my pants in the way that I always wanted her and imagined her feeling my erection through my pants. Unless she was just horny, with us pretending that we were someone else, the only thing different from before was that we were both dressed in Halloween costumes. As if we weren't who we were but someone else, my mother was my sexy nurse and I was her handsome, young doctor.
Perhaps, in the way that my sexual fantasy was feeling my mother through her clothes, maybe her sexual fantasy was me feeling her through her clothes. Perhaps, in the way that my sexual fantasy was my mother feeling my cock through my pants, maybe her sexual fantasy was feeling my cock through my pants. I could only hope and imagine that we were on the same sexually, incestuous page.
Perhaps, with her pretending that she was a nurse having sex with her doctor overruled the fact that we were mother and son. Perhaps, in the way that I didn't need any encouragement to have sex with my mother, she needed the encouragement of roleplaying her sexual fantasy while in costume to have sex with me. Perhaps, as if she was really a nurse instead of my mother, her Halloween costume was all the encouragement that she needed to allow me to touch and feel her while she touched and felt me.
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"Mom," I said not knowing that else to say while accidentally calling her Mom instead of nurse.
The last thing that I wanted was to awaken her from her sexual fantasy. The last thing that I wanted was her to stop groping my cock through my pants in the way that I continued groping her ass and tits through her costume. Yet, instead of questioning her motives, I confessed what I was thinking while hoping to further inspire and encourage her sexual fantasy.
"Yes, Doctor," she said continuing to play her role as my sexy nurse instead of my MILF of a mother.
Glad that she was still in character, I was glad that I hadn't ruined her doctor and nurse roleplaying, sexual scenario.
"With you my nurse and me as your patient instead of your doctor, I always wanted to play patient and nurse with you. Now that I'm older, I'd love to play doctor and nurse with you," I said while waiting for her reaction to my sexual proposition.
As if she had a temperature and my cock was a thermometer, I'd love to stick my cock in my mother's mouth and take her temperature. I'd love to stick my prick in my mother's cunt and further explore the heat of her beautiful body. If only she'd suck me, I'd lick her. If only she allowed me to make love to her, I'd fuck her.
She gave me the same sexy smile and naughty look that she did when I first walked in her bedroom dressed as a doctor. While hoping to see what I shouldn't see of my mother, allowing me to feel her ass and her breasts through her clothes was much better than just seeing my mother in her panties and bra, topless, or naked. Just as I couldn't believe she allowed me to feel her ass and tits through her clothes, I couldn't believe that she groped my cock through my pants.
Maybe if our sexual foreplay continued, she'll allow me to see her naked body too. Maybe she wanted me to see her naked as much as I'd love to see her naked. Maybe if our doctor and nurse sexual scenario continued, she'd suck my cock. I'd love nothing more than for my MILF of a mother to give me a blowjob. I'd love nothing more than to cum in my Mom's mouth.
Then, if what she sexually said wasn't enough, if what she sexually allowed me to do wasn't enough, and if her groping my erection through my pants wasn't enough, she shocked the shit out of me when she kissed me. My mother kissed me not as her son but as if I was her boyfriend, her husband, or her lover. Something I had imagined her doing every time I masturbated over imagining her naked and having sex with her, I couldn't believe my mother kissed me.
"Well," she said giving me her sexy smile. "Now is your chance to play doctor and nurse," she said surprising me yet again by encouraging me with not only her words but also with her actions and with her kiss.
When I returned her kiss with my kiss, she further surprised me by parting my lips with her tongue. My mother was kissing me. I couldn't believe my mother was kissing me. My mother stuck her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't believe my mother stuck her tongue in my mouth. My mother was French kissing me. A sexy dream come true that I thought of whenever masturbating myself while sexually fantasizing over having sex with my mother, hard to wrap my head around it, I couldn't believe my MILF of a mother was French kissing me.
"Mom," I said swooning by her French kiss while forgetting to call her nurse. "Mom," I said again and was all that I could say when she continued French kissing me again and again.
If it wasn't enough that I was already allowed to feel up my mother, I couldn't believe she was making out with me. I couldn't believe I was making out with my mother. Not allowing this sexual opportunity to get away from me, I took her French kisses as my green light to continue my unplanned and unexpected, sexual seduction of my mother. I couldn't wait to see how far she'd allow me to go in undressing her. Hoping that she'd allow me to strip her naked, I'd hope she'd allow me to have sex with her sexy and shapely naked body.
While waiting for her to end this madness and expecting her to stop me, I hoped she didn't notice me unzipping her Halloween costume until she was completely unzipped. I'd love nothing more than to see something of my mother that I've never seen before. I'd love nothing more than to see my MILF of a mother in her bra and panties. I'd love nothing better than to explore my mother's sexy and shapely body through her bra and panties with my horny hands.
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Breaking the zippered chain, opening them one by one, I slowly unzipped the teeth of her nurse's uniform. Continuing to unzip her while staring down at what I could see of her, she stared down at all that I could see of her too. Obviously aware that I was unzipping her, seemingly as sexually aroused as I was sexually excited, she seemingly enjoyed being exposed. Obviously, she was just as sexually aroused showing me her underwear clad body as much as I was sexually excited seeing my MILF of a mother in her bra and panties.
When she didn't stop me from unzipping her nurse's costume, shocked that she didn't prevent me from exposing more of her cleavage, her low-cut bra, and her white, bikini panties, I unzipped her nurse's costume all the way down. With her standing there with her bra and panties exposed to my incestuously horny eyes, never had I seen as much of my mother as I was seeing now. I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to expose her beautiful, nearly naked, underwear clad body to my incestuously, horny eyes.
As if I was dreaming or imagining all that I was seeing while masturbating myself, I couldn't believe my eyes. Thinking that she'd stop me from staring at all that I could see of her, I waited for her to zip up her costume and deny me any more views of her low-cut bra and bikini panties. I waited for her to put a stop to me staring at all that I could see of her beautiful, nearly naked body. Thinking that she'd cover her nakedness with her arms and hands, thinking that she zip up her costume, when she didn't show any sexual inhibitions and/or motherly modesty, I was emboldened to do more.
Not wasting time making my next sexual move, in case she changed her mind, I moved my hands inside her costume and wrapped my arms around her naked waist. I pulled her closer and kissed her while reaching down to cup her firm, panty clad ass with both hands. Then, I reached my arm back around her to feel her tits through her bra with my left hand before reaching down with my right hand to cup my mother's pussy through her panties with my right hand.
'I can't believe I'm seeing my mother in her bra and panties. I can't believe I'm cupping my mother's pussy through her panties,' I thought.
As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's body through her underwear. If she pushed me away now, after feeling her panty clad ass, her bra clad breasts, and panty clad pussy, at least I'd have plenty to masturbate over later. Yet, instead of telling me to stop, with her seemingly wanting me to touch and feel her as much as I wanted to touch and feel her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and continued kissing me.
'Oh, my God. This is so unbelievable,' I thought. 'My sexual fantasy come true, I don't believe this.'
Not stopping with kissing me, she felt my erect prick through my pants again. While she felt my erection through my clothes, in the way that I unzipped her uniform, she reached inside my lab coat and unzipped my pants. Just as I couldn't believe my mother allowed me to unzip her nurse's costume, I couldn't believe my mother unzipped my pants. Obviously, my mother wanted to touch my underwear clad cock as much as I wanted her to touch my underwear clad cock. Obviously, my mother wanted to feel me as much as I wanted to feel her.
'I'm shocked. I'm stunned. I can't wrap my head around this. I don't believe this. This is so unbelievable,' I thought. 'My mother wants to have her wicked, sexual way with my cock in the way that I want to have my wicked, sexual way with her ass, her tits, and her pussy.'
Still not stopping there, she seemingly was as incestuously horny as I was. I couldn't believe it when my mother reached her hand inside my pants to fondle my erect prick through my underwear. Even though I masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with my mother hundreds of times, never had I ever thought in my wildest, sexual fantasies that I'd be having incestuous sex with my mother. Never had I ever thought in my wildest, sexual fantasies that my mother would willingly, voluntarily, and consensually have incestuous sex with me.
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Then, as if I was a real medical doctor giving my mother a breast exam, and as if there was a drumroll going off in my head, I tucked my index finger beneath her bra. This was it, what I had been waiting for, hoping for, and fantasizing over while masturbating myself. The point of no return in crossing the incestuous line, while waiting for my mother to slap my hand away and waiting for her to stop me, I was about to expose her naked breasts to my horny eyes. I was finally about to see my mother's naked tits.
As if her bra was a magician's, magic curtain, ready to open Pandora's Box, I held my breath while lifting her bra and waiting to see what I had longed to see of my mother. As if her big breasts couldn't wait to see me, they flopped down in front of my horny eyes, first one and then the other. I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother's naked tits. They were so big and so shapely. She had such beautiful tits.
'Oh, my God,' I thought while filled with as much shock as I was consumed with sexual excitement. 'I'm seeing my mother's naked breasts. I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's naked tits. My sexual fantasy come true, her naked tits are right here before my horny eyes.'
As if I had never seen naked breasts before, I stared at her naked tits. Expecting her to pull down her bra any second, I leered at her areolas and at her nipples. As if committing the image of them to memory to masturbate over later, I ogled at the shape and the size of her natural breast and at every mole and freckle. Daring myself to touch them, I couldn't wait to touch them. Daring myself to feel them, I couldn't wait to feel them. Daring myself to finger her already erect nipples, I couldn't wait to finger her nipples. Daring myself to suck them, I couldn't wait to suck my mother's tits.
As if her nipples were high beamed headlights illuminating my horniness and sexual excitement, I felt my mother's tits with both hands. I was feeling my mother's naked breasts. I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's naked breasts. I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to feel her naked tits. Not stopping there, I fingered her nipples, first one, then the other, and then both together as if I was playing a video game.
I pulled her nipples. I turned her nipples. I twisted her nipples. I pinched her nipples. I squeezed her nipples and I pulled her nipples out even more. Now, if she'd allow me the sexual pleasure, I couldn't wait to suck my mother's hard, erect nipples in the way that I couldn't wait for her to suck my hard, erect prick.
While waiting for her to stop me from having my wicked, sexual way with her tits, as shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's naked breasts. As shocked as I was incestuously excited, I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to feel her naked breasts. While waiting for her to stop me, waiting for her to slap my horny hands away, as shocked as I was incestuously excited, I couldn't believe I was fingering my mother's hard, erect nipples. As shocked as I was sexually and incestuously excited, I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to not only feel her naked breasts but also finger her nipples.
Then, I tested the incestuous water by seeing how far she'd allow me to go. While continuing to feel her tits and finger her nipples with my left hand, I reached my right hand down to finger my mother's pussy through her panties again. If it wasn't enough that my mother allowed me to feel her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples, I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to feel her panty clad cunt again.
When she didn't stop me from sexually molesting her, I leaned down to suck her nipples, first one and then the other. While I felt her naked breasts, fingered her erect nipples, sucked her tits, and now fingered her pussy through her panties, she fingered my cock through my pants again. I couldn't believe I was sucking my mother's tits. I couldn't believe that I was having sex with my mother. I couldn't believe that my mother was allowing me to have sex with her. I couldn't believe my mother was having sex with me.
Going where no son should ever go with his mother, while waiting for her to stop me, I pushed her panty aside with my fingers. As if about to touch something so forbidden, so rare, so valuable, and so sacred, and indeed it was, I rubbed her clit while fingering her pussy. I couldn't believe I was fingering my mother's pussy while she continued fingering my cock through my underwear. As shocked as I was incestuously excited, I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to finger her pussy and have my wicked, sexual way with her wet, swollen cunt.
'This is unbelievable,' I thought while continuing to masturbate my mother. 'I can't believe this is happening.'
Showing her sexual excitement for me as much as I was unable to control my sexual excitement for her, she was as wet as I was hard. Obviously, as horny and as sexually frustrated as I was, and wanting this as much as I did, while masturbating my mother with my fingers, I had her moaning in no time. I continued feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples with one hand while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy with my other hand.
Unable to wrap my head around all that happened in such a short time, I couldn't believe I was masturbating my mother. I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to masturbate her. I couldn't believe I was having sex with my mother. I couldn't believe my mother was having sex with me. Hoping she'd allow me to go that far, I couldn't wait to lick her, make love to her, and fuck her. Praying that she would, I couldn't wait for her to blow me.
* * *
"Oh, doctor," said my mother as if I was her doctor instead of her son. "What are you doing to your nurse?" She laughed. "Just don't stop," she said in a lustful voice while whispering her sexual excitement in my ear. "I need to cum. I need you to give me a sexual orgasm, doctor. Rub my clit faster and harder while finger fucking my pussy deeper. Forget that I'm your mother, I need you to make me your dirty, whore of a nurse."
Having never heard my mother talk like that before, not wanting to release her from the doctor and nurse sexual, roleplaying scenario, I carefully measured my words. I played along with her while hoping that she'd allow me to give her a full and closer examination of her naked body. I'd love nothing more than to strip my mother naked. I'd love nothing better than to see my mother without her clothes. I'd love nothing better than to have sexual intercourse with my mother's naked body.
Only, I was still shocked by her sexual transformation. Was it all because she was wearing a nurse's Halloween costume and I was wearing a doctor's Halloween costume? Was it all because she was roleplaying a nurse instead of my mother and I was roleplaying a doctor instead of her son? If I knew that costumed roleplaying was the key to having sex with my mother, I would have dressed in costume while roleplaying years ago.
"I'm giving you the medical treatment that you need, nurse," I said staying in my role as her doctor. I was afraid to call her Mom, mother, or by name for fear of ruining her sexual fantasy. The last thing that I wanted to do was to jolt her back to reality. "Cum, nurse. Cum. That's your doctor's orders. Cum for your doctor."
Seemingly with her as horny as I was and, obviously, with her sexually wanting me as much as I incestuously wanted her, my mother reached her hand inside my underwear and fondled my naked prick. I couldn't believe my mother had my erect dick in her hand. After fondling my prick in my underwear and, when unable to stroke me because of the tightness of my briefs, she pulled out my cock.
She looked down at my naked prick in the way that I looked down at her naked tits. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe she pulled out my stiff prick. My mother was holding my naked penis in her hand while staring at it. Unable to wrap my brain around my mother holding my erect cock in her soft, motherly hand, she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my swollen penis.
While waiting for her to make her next incestuously, sexual move, I stood motionless while wondering what she'd do next. Would she just hold my cock in her hand or would she fondle the head of my prick? Would she stroke my prick? Would she masturbate me in the way that I was masturbating her? Would she allow me cum all her hand? Would she move to her knees and take me in her mouth? Would she suck my prick? Would she allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth? I hoped for the latter instead of the former. I hoped my mother would suck my prick while stroking my prick and allow me to cum in her mouth.
Just as I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to masturbate her, I couldn't believe my mother was holding my cock in her hand. Then, as if she was waiting for me to stop her, which I never would, she slowly stroked my cock while I fingered her pussy. As if my prick was breakable, she ever so gently and lovingly stroked me. Never in a million years did I ever think that my mother would masturbate me while I masturbated her. Never in a million years did I ever think that my mother sexually wanted me as much as I incestuous wanted her.
Rubbing her clit faster and harder, I fingered her pussy deeper while leaning to take my mother's nipples in my mouth, first one and then the other. As soon as I finger fucked my mother deeper while sucking her nipples, as if I had just lit her fire, she grew even more sexually animated. As soon as I continued French kissing her while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and finger fucking her pussy, she seemed ready to cum.
Just as I had a difficult time trying to wrap my head around that I was masturbating my mother, I had a difficult time trying to wrap my head around that my mother was masturbating me. Well passed my knuckles, my fingers of my right hand were buried deep in her pussy while the fingers of my left hand were fingering her erect nipples and fondling her big breasts. My mother was ready to cum while continuing to stroke me faster and harder. I couldn't believe my mother was going to cum. I couldn't believe my mother was going to make me cum too.
"Oh, Michael," she said breaking form with the doctor and nurse sexual, roleplaying scenario. "What naughty, sexual things are you doing to your mother?"
Forgetting about her being my nurse and me being her doctor, I was overwhelmed with incestuous lust that I was now having sex with my mother. If it wasn't enough that I saw my mother's naked tits, I felt her naked tits while fingering her nipples. If it wasn't enough that I cupped my mother's pussy through her panties, now I was rubbing her clit while finger fucking her naked cunt. If it wasn't enough my mother felt my erection through my pants, she unzipped me, pulled out my cock, and was stroking me. If it wasn't enough that I was masturbating her, she was masturbating me.
"Cum, Mom, cum. I want to give you a sexual orgasm with my fingers," I said whispering my lustful desire in her ear. "Cum, Mom, cum. I want to see and hear you cum before I make love to you and then fuck you."
* * *
As if suddenly awakened from her sexual fantasy, no longer playing the roles of doctor and nurse, she was well aware of what we were doing. She looked at me with wide-eyed shock in the way that I looked at her with sexual excitement. She looked at me with red-faced shame in the way that I looked at her with incestuous lust. Hoping that I wasn't premature in confessing that I wanted to make love to her before fucking her, I hoped I hadn't ruined things between us. Fearing that she was going to stop me from continuing to masturbate her, I feared that she wouldn't even cum.
"You may masturbate me, Michael, but we mustn't make love. I'm sorry for giving you the wrong idea by encouraging you but you can't fuck me, Michael. I'm your mother. You can't fuck your mother. That would be wrong. That would be illegal. That would be nasty. That would be incest," she said obviously having her own definition of what constituted incest. "Yet, once you get me off," she said pausing to look in my eyes before kissing me. "I'll blow you," she said. "Okay? I'll suck your cock."
If it wasn't enough that I was masturbating my mother, I couldn't believe my mother willingly, voluntarily, and consensually agreed to blow me. After I masturbated her, she said that she'd suck my cock. I was beyond sexual excitement by the prospect of my mother taking me in her mouth and sucking me while stroking me. While fondling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples, I'd love nothing more than for my mother to blow me. I'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth while watching her staring up at me with her big, brown eyes and watching her swallow my cum.
Obviously, my mother didn't think that my masturbating her and her blowing me was wrong, nasty, illegal, and incestuous. Now looking forward to a motherly blowjob, an understatement, I rubbed her pussy harder and faster while fucking her deeper with my fingers. I couldn't wait to give her a sexual orgasm. I couldn't wait for her to cum. Willing to give up making love to her before fucking her, I couldn't wait for her to take me in her mouth and suck me.
Yet, wanting to enjoy the sexual moment a little longer, the last thing that I wanted to do was to rush this. I wished that I had more time to spend having sex with my mother. Alas, running out of time, I had no choice. My sister, aunt, and cousin would be home from work soon.
"Cum, Mom, cum," I said eager for her to cum so that she could blow me before the rest of our family arrived home from work. "Cum, Mom, cum." I knew that once my everyone arrived home, my mother wouldn't blow me. She'd never suck my cock with everyone in the house. "Cum, Mom, cum," I said encouraging her to have her sexual orgasm so that I could have my sexual orgasm too.
In that unguarded moment, she looked at me as if she was my girlfriend instead of my mother. She kissed me as if I was her lover instead of her son. She looked at me and kissed me with as much sexual excitement as I looked at her and kissed her with incestuous lust. As if I was her long, lost baby, she held me tight while I continued rubbing and fingering her pussy. Obviously, she wanted to have a sexual orgasm as much as I wanted her to have a sexual orgasm.
"Michael! Oh, Michael. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Rub me harder. Rub me faster. Fuck me deeper with your finger," she said closing her eyes in sexual excitement with her mouth gaping open. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Michael. Oh, my God."
As if she fainted from the sexual excitement of me masturbating her, my mother fell back on her bed with her legs spread, her panties askew, and her glistening, wet pussy nakedly exposed. With my mother completely undone, her nurse's uniform was completely unzipped and her big tits were out of her bra. As if recording the sexual image of her to memory to continually masturbate over later, I stared at all that my mother was showing and all that I was seeing. This was my mother and not some mature woman that I picked up in a bar.
Not wanting to forget what my mother looked like nearly naked, I stared at my mother's brown, bushy pussy. I stared at her big, naked breasts, her dark pink, hard, erect nipples, and her light brown areolas. The first time seeing, touching, and feeling my mother's naked pussy and tits, I'd be masturbating over this day for the rest of my life. I so wanted to mount my mother, insert my stiff prick inside of her, and hump her. Wishing I could make love to her before fucking her, yet, not wanting to ruin things between us, I'd settle for her promised blowjob.
Instead of her blowing me, with me so sexually aroused, overwhelmed with incestuous lust for my mother's cunt, I fell between my mother's shapely legs. I finger her pussy while leaning down to lick her pussy. I was eating my mother's cunt. I couldn't believe I was eating my mother's cunt. I couldn't believe my mother was allowing me to give her oral sex.
'I can't believe I'm eating my mother's cunt,' I thought to myself. 'I can't believe my mother is allowing me to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy.'
The more that I licked her and the deeper that I fingered her, the more she wiggled her ass on the bed. Even in my wildest, sexual fantasies of having incestuous sex with my mother, never had I imagined her being as sexually aroused from my licking her cunt. Licking her faster, I licked her harder. Licking and licking her while finger fucking her, once she had her orgasm, I couldn't wait to mount her. I couldn't wait to make love to her before fucking her. I couldn't wait for her to blow me after I fucked her.
"I love licking your pussy, Mom. I love eating your cunt," I said hoping not to turn her off by my sexual pillow talk but to sexually aroused her even more.
As if she was a man and I was a woman, she put her hands to the back of my head and pulled me forward. She mashed my face all over her warm, wet pussy. Drenched with my mother's vaginal secretions, I had my mother's juices in my mouth, up my nose, and all over my face. I continued licking her in the way that I couldn't wait for her to fuck me before sucking me.
"Oh, Michael. Michael. You're going to make me cum again. Michael. Michael," she said. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick me faster. Rub my clit harder."
As soon as she stiffened her legs and stopped breathing for a few seconds, I knew she was silently cumming. Not only had I given my mother a sexual orgasm with my fingers but I gave her a sexual orgasm with my tongue. Now, I couldn't wait to give my mother a sexual orgasm with my cock. I couldn't wait to make love to my mother. I couldn't wait to fuck my mother. I couldn't wait for my mother to blow me. I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth.
I stood to remove my pants and underwear while wiping my face with a small hand towel. I couldn't believe I masturbated my mother. I couldn't believe I ate my mother. I couldn't believe I gave my mother multiple orgasms. I couldn't believe that I was about to make love to my mother and fuck my mother before she sucked my cock.
* * *
True to her word, as soon my mother had her second sexual orgasm, once she recovered from enjoying the afterglow of sex, she sat up in bed in front of me. While staring up at me with her big, brown eyes, she took my erect prick in her soft, motherly hand again and stroked my cock before taking me in her warm, wet mouth. My prick was in my mother's mouth. If it wasn't enough my prick was in my mother's hand, I couldn't believe my prick was in my mother's mouth.
Not believing what I was seeing, it was difficult for me to wrap my head around that my mother was blowing me. While my hard, hairy prick was in my mother's mouth, she continued staring up at me with her beautiful, brown eyes while stroking me and sucking me. I couldn't believe my mother was blowing me. I couldn't believe my mother was sucking my cock while stroking my cock. I couldn't believe my mother was giving me a loving, motherly blowjob, the best blowjob I ever had in my life.
"Oh, Mom. Mom. Suck my cock. Blow me, Mom. I need to cum," I said hoping she'd allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth.
Forgetting about making love to her before fucking her, I was enjoying her blowing me. She stared up at me with her beautiful, brown eyes while stroking me faster and sucking me deeper. Never in my wildest, sexual fantasies did I ever think that my mother would blow me. Yet, here she was sucking my prick as if she was some drunken whore that I picked up at a club.
"Cum, Michael, cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you," she said. "Cum, Michael, cum," she said temporarily removing my prick from her mouth to speak. "I can't believe I'm sucking your cock but I can't help myself," she said with a dirty laugh. "I love sucking your prick, Michael," she said kissing my prick while licking my prick and before returning my prick to her mouth again. "In the way that you gave Mommy sexual pleasure, I want to give you sexual pleasure."
As soon as I put a gentle and loving hand behind my mother's brunette, pretty head, I humped her mouth and fucked her face. As soon as I humped her mouth and fucked her face harder, unable to stop myself and wishing that I could have made her blowjob last longer, I exploded a gush of warm, oozy cum in her mouth. I ejaculated my cum in my mother's mouth. I couldn't believe I ejaculated my, warm, oozy load of cum in my mother's beautiful mouth.
While continuing to stare up at me as if sexually teasing me, she swallowed me while licking me clean. Then, she stood to kiss me. She kissed me as if she was my lover instead of my mother and I was leaving for a tour of duty overseas. I couldn't believe I had sex with my mother. I couldn't believe she voluntarily, willingly, and consensually had sex with me. I couldn't believe my mother sucked my cock, allowed me to cum in her mouth, and swallowed my cum.
Thinking that my mother was now my forbidden lover, I couldn't wait to strip her naked. I couldn't wait to mount her. I couldn't wait to make love to her. I couldn't wait to fuck her hard and fast. I couldn't wait to have sex with her every day, twice a day. I couldn't wait to do every sexual thing that I always wanted to do with my mother.
I couldn't wait to make love to her in every room of the house and in every position that I could think of while fucking my mother harder and faster. I couldn't wait to cum in my mother's cunt in the way that she allowed me to cum in her mouth. I couldn't wait to give my mother a sexual orgasm with my cock. Only, shocking me yet again by pulling the plug to my sexual excitement, she surprised me with what she said next.
* * *
"We must never speak of this," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, this never happened. This was a once in a lifetime thing, Michael. We can never do this again," she said pointing her index finger at me as if accusing me of forcing her to have sex with me. "Never, Michael. Never. Never again. Do you hear me? Do you understand? What we did is wrong. What we did is nasty," she said scolding me as if this was all my fault. "What we did is forbidden. What we did is illegal. What we did is incest."
Thinking that she was sexually teasing me after incestuously exciting me with a blowjob, when I tried to kiss her, she turned her head and pushed me away. When I tried to fill her hand with my still, erect prick, she pulled her hand away. Then, when I groped her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples, she slapped me hard across the face.
My mother slapped me. I couldn't believe my mother slapped me. After getting me so sexually aroused, after sucking my cock, and after allowing me to cum in her beautiful mouth, I was tempted to slap her back. I was tempted to push her back on the bed and fuck her. Only, she was my mother and not some drunken whore that I picked up in a bar.
After feeling so happy, so sexually aroused, and so incestuously satisfied, I felt so rejected. A fluky, one-time incestuous abnormality, my mother no longer sexually, wanted me. She didn't want to have sex with me ever again. This was the first and the last time that she'd be giving me a hand job. This was the first and the last time that she'd be giving me a blowjob. As soon as it began, it ended.
As shocked as I was when my mother allowed me to masturbate her and eat her cunt, I was shocked that she never wanted to have sex with me ever again. She'd never allow me to sexually touch her again while kissing her. She'd never allow me to strip her naked. Not that she ever did, but she'd never allow me to make love to her. Again, not that she ever did, but she'd never allow me to fuck her. Just once, before she pulled the incestuous, sexual plug, I would have loved to fuck my mother.
"Mom," I said filled with as much sexual excitement as I was filled with sexual frustration and disappointment. "Mom, please? Let me make love to you. I need to make love to you. Please allow me to fuck you. I need to fuck you, Mom. Please, Mom. Please? I want to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock in the way that you gave me a sexual orgasm with your mouth."
A strange request to ask a mother to make love to her son before fucking him, but I thought after I masturbated her, ate her, and she blew me that we were beyond being just mother and son. I thought we were lovers. Instead of allowing me to sexually touch her again, she pulled down her bra, straightened her panties, and zipped up her nurse's uniform. As quickly as it began it was over. As if the sex between us never happened, no longer playing her role as my nurse, she was my morally, modest mother.
"No, Michael. No. This never happened and will never happen again," she said. "Get out of my room so that I can finished getting ready for the Halloween party."
'What the fuck just happened?' I had no idea. 'What the fuck was that about? How can she expect me to act as if this never happened after she allowed me to masturbate her? How can she expect me to act as if this never happened after she blew me and allowed me to cum in her mouth?'
I felt so rejected. As strange as it was sexually exciting, yet not a total disappointment, as least I got to see my mother's big tits, feel her breasts, finger her nipples, and suck her nipples. At least I got to masturbate my mother while she stroked me. At least I ate her cunt. Something I'd be masturbating over for the rest of my life, at least I got her to blow me.
In the way that she already acted as if it never happened, as if it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I couldn't believe that I ejaculated my cum in my mother's mouth and she swallowed my cum. Perhaps, one day, she'd come around. Perhaps, one day, she'd change her mind about having sex with me. Perhaps, if I got her drunk, she'd allow me to make love to her before fucking her.
'So be it. It is what it is,' I thought. 'You're such a bitch, for sexually teasing me and incestuously leading me to think we were going to have a sexual relationship instead of a one-night stand. You're such a bitch for making me think that we'd be lovers and that you sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted you.'
I left her room bewildered. I couldn't believe all that happened would never happen again. The ever-obedient son, as if having sex never happened, I never kissed, touched, or spoke to my mother about what happened that Halloween four-years-ago. Yet, it was difficult living in the same house with a woman who I wanted sexually but couldn't have.
Every time I looked at her, I imagined her on her bed with her pussy and breasts nakedly exposed. Every time I looked at her, I imagined kissing her and feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy. Every time I looked at her I imagined masturbating and eating her cunt. Every time I looked at her, I imagined her sucking my cock while staring up at me. Every time I looked at her, I stared at her red, full lips while remembering cumming in her mouth.
* * *
I spent the next year masturbating over all that sexually and incestuously happened between my mother and I. Reliving it over again in my mind, I masturbated over French kissing her and her French kissing me. I masturbated over touching and feeling her through her nurse's costume. I masturbated over unzipping her Halloween costume, feeling her big tits, and fingering her erect nipples through her bra while reaching down to cup her pussy through her panties.
I masturbated over seeing my mother's naked breasts and seeing her naked pussy. I masturbated over masturbating my mother. I masturbated over seeing her naked breasts and naked pussy while rubbing her clit and sucking her nipples. I masturbated over masturbating my mother's pussy in the way that I masturbated over eating my mother's cunt.
If that wasn't enough to get me off, I masturbated over my mother feeling me through my pants, unzipping me, and holding my prick in her soft, motherly hand. I masturbated over her stroking me while sucking me as I humped her mouth and fucked her face while she stared up at me with her brown eyes. I masturbated over cumming in her mouth and her swallowing my cum. Suffice to say that I didn't stop masturbating over my MILF of a mother until my sexy sister told me the next year that she was dressing as Cinderella for a Halloween party that she was attending.
"Cinderella? Hmm. My sexy, big sister is dressing as Cinderella. She's wearing a costume,' I thought. 'Maybe what worked for my mother would work for my sister,' I thought. 'Maybe in the way that I had sex with my mother while in costume, in character, and roleplaying, my sister would have sex with me while in costume, in character, and roleplaying too.'
When I thought of my sister dressed as Cinderella, it was as if I had just awakened from my sexual fantasy of having sex with my mother to have a new sexual fantasy of having sex with my sister. I was just as sexually excited by the prospect of having sex with my sister as I was sexually excited by the thought of having sex with my mother. Maybe my big sister, Donna, was into costumed roleplaying too. In the way that I've always wanted to have sex with her, maybe my sister would want to have sex with me too. Worth the try, with everything to gain, what did I have to lose?
'Why not? Conveniently, we lived in the same house together. Neither of us were in a committed relationship. No doubt, my sister was just as lonely, horny, and sexually frustrated as I was,' I thought. 'Maybe she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Hopefully, like mother, like daughter, maybe she was into costumed roleplaying too.'
It was then that I wondered how much my sister was like my mother. Hopefully, when it comes to sex, especially when it comes to sex, like mother like daughter. Wanting to repeat the roleplaying phenomenon, I wondered if my sister would act as sexy and as sexual as my mother acted when wearing her Halloween costume. I wondered if my sister was into roleplaying in the way that my mother enjoyed roleplaying and pretending that we were both someone else while having sex with me when in costume. I wondered if my sexy sister would have sex with me this year in the way that my MILF of a mother had sex with me last year.
Being that my mother and sister are much alike, I wondered if what worked on my mother would work on my sister. Going for broke and with nothing to lose but the price of renting a Halloween costume, and seemingly with every incestuous thing to gain, I rented a Prince Charming costume to compliment her Cinderella costume. Ready to surprise her and hopefully sexually arouse her in the way that I sexually excited my mother, I dressed in costume when my sister was getting ready for her party in her bedroom with her door closed.
In the way that I had hoped to catch my mother but was unsuccessful with my attempt, I hoped to catch her dressing and hoped to see something of her sexy and shapely body that I shouldn't see of my sister. In the way that I hoped to see my mother in her bra and panties, I hoped to see my sister in her bra and panties too. I'd love nothing more than to see my sister, Donna, topless.
'How hot would that be to see my sister's naked tits,' I thought. 'I'd love to see her naked breasts. I'd love to see her naked. How hot would that be to see my sister naked? I'd love to see my sister without her clothes.'
In the way that I did with my mother, I did with my sister. By barging in her room, I hoped to catch her indisposed. Something I never did with my mother or my sister, I entered her bedroom without knocking. Instead of being erotically surprised to see her without her clothes, I was surprised to see her fully dressed in her Cinderella costume. With her looking better than I had imagined she'd look dressed as Cinderella, she was so beautiful. She was so sexy and I was so horny.
* * *
"My Prince," said Donna laughing as soon as I opened her bedroom door and she saw me dressed as Prince Charming. "Oh, my God. Where'd you get that costume? You look so handsome," she said giving me the eye. "You look so hot," she said staring at the bulge my cock made in my tight pants. "You look just like Prince Charming."
I reached out to take her gloved hand in mine. I kissed her hand in the way that I imagined kissing my sister's lips and in the way that I had already kissed my mother's lips. Unable to help myself from thinking incestuous thoughts, as soon as I touched my sister's gloved hand, I imagined her gloved hand wrapped around my cock in the way that my mother's hand was wrapped around my prick. I imagined her gloved hand stroking me. I imagined Donna's white, gloved hand masturbating me. I imagined cumming all over my big sister's white, gloved hand.
Instead of pushing me away and ordering me out of her room as she normally does, she gushed. As if aliens had replaced my sister with a cosmic clone, normally, my sister doesn't have the time of day for me but that night, she looked at me as if I was her date. She looked at me in the sexual way that my mother looked at me a year ago. I wondered if us wearing our Halloween costumes had something to do with her look of sexual interest.
Then, already ready to take the next, sexual step with my sister, I wondered if she was into roleplaying as much as our mother was. I wondered if she thought of us having sex was nothing more than a sexual fantasy than it was a reality should we go through with having sex in the way that my mother had sex with me. I wondered if just until reality ruined our sexual fantasy, if she'd be my Cinderella while allowing me to be her Prince Charming. I'd love to have sex with my sister in the way that I had sex with our mother.
"Cinderella," I said while already playing the role as her prince. Taking a big leap of faith while hoping she'd say yes, I took her gloved hand in mine again and asked her the question that I thought Prince Charming would ask her. "May I kiss you?"
As if I had said what she was thinking, she smiled an embarrassed smile. Was my sister wanting to kiss me in the way that I wanted to kiss her? Was my sister wanting to kiss me in the way that my mother wanted to kiss me? In the way that I had always wanted to kiss my mother, I had always wanted to kiss my sister too.
I'd love nothing more than to part my sister's lips with my tongue and French kiss her. I'd love nothing more than for my sister to part my lips with her tongue and French kiss me. I'd love nothing more than to make out with my sister while feeling her through her Halloween costume.
Yet, in the way that I was unsure with my mother, I was unsure with my sister too. The last thing that I wanted my sister to think of me as was an incestuous pervert. This was my blood related sister and not some woman I picked up at the mall. This wasn't a normal sexual attraction. I was hoping for an incestuous connection. I was hoping my sister, while dressed as Cinderella, even if only for a little while, would think of me as her Prince Charming.
In the way that I didn't know if my mother would allow me to kiss her while allowing me to feel her through her clothes, it was the same with my sister. I didn't know if my sister would allow me to kiss her while allowing me to feel her through her clothes. Even if she allowed me to kiss her, would she return my kiss? Even if she returned my kiss would she take the next sexual step and allow me to feel her through her clothes?
Unable to tell, I didn't know if my sister wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss her. Hoping she would, I didn't know if my sister wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Only, what did I have to lose? Even if she allowed me to kiss her, it was only a kiss, albeit a kiss between a brother and his sister.
A telling sign, I'd know more if she allowed me to part her lips with my tongue. I'd know more if she parted my lips with her tongue. I'd know more if she allowed me to grope her through her clothes in the way that my mother allowed me to grope her through her clothes while kissing her. Then, making the decision for me and as if daring me to kiss her, she surprised me with what she said next.
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"Prince Charming would never ask my permission to kiss me. He'd just take me in his arms and kiss me," she said giving me a sexy look and a naughty smile.
She gave me the same expectant look of sexual anticipation that my mother gave me. She gave me a sexy look as if she expected me to kiss her and was anticipating my kiss. She gave me a naughty smile as if she wanted me to kiss her. She looked at me in the sexy way that my mother looked at me before we kissed. As if this kiss was fated, as if making out with each other was our destiny, I couldn't believe I was about to kiss my sister.
Taking that as her permission to kiss her, as if I was really her Prince Charming and she was really my Cinderella, I walked to my sister, looked deeply in her brown eyes, took her in my arms, and kissed her. I kissed my sister. Shocking even myself, I couldn't believe I kissed my big sister. Then, shocking me as much as I shocked myself, I couldn't believe my sister returned my kiss. My sexy sister was kissing me. My big sister was making out with me.
In the way that my mother parted my lips with her tongue, my sister surprised me by parting my lips with her tongue. In the way that my mother French kissed me the previous year, my sister French kissed me now. I couldn't believe my sister was French kissing me. In the way that I did with my mother, while hoping she wouldn't awaken from her costumed roleplaying, and as if this was our dress rehearsal, I didn't waste time just making out with my sister. Wanting more than just a kiss, I didn't want to miss an incestuous opportunity to have sex with my sexy sister.
I reached my horny hand down behind her and felt her ass through her Cinderella costume, slip, and panties with my left hand while feeling her big tits through her gown and bra with my right hand. I couldn't believe I was feeling my sister through her Halloween costume in the way that I felt my mother through her Halloween costume the previous year. Even more shocking, I couldn't believe my sister was allowing me to feel her through her Halloween costume. As if we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of brother and sister, I couldn't believe I was feeling my sister's ass and tits while French kissing her.
In the way that I waited for my mother to stop me from kissing her while touching her, groping her, and feeling her, I waited for my sister to stop me from sexually molesting her. Expecting her to slap my horny hands away from her sexy and shapely body, when she didn't stop me, I continued kissing her while feeling her through her Cinderella costume. Then, in the way that my mother, Christine, shocked me by feeling me through my doctor's costume, my sister, Donna, shocked me when she reached her hand down to feel my growing erection through my Prince Charming costume.
'Wow! Holy Hell,' I thought. 'What is happening here?'
I couldn't believe my sister was feeling my growing erection through my costume. In the same way that my mother felt my cock through my doctor's costume the previous year, my sister was feeling my cock through my Prince Charming pants now. Encouraging me to touch and feel more of her while continuing to kiss her, her feeling my cock was my green light that she obviously wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her.
Like mother, like daughter, I couldn't believe that I was about to have sex with my sister in the way that I had sex with my mother. Like mother, like daughter, with her not wasting time with just kissing me, my sister unzipped me. If I wasn't shocked enough that my sister allowed me to kiss her while feeling her ass and her big breasts through her costume, she shocked me when she felt my prick through my pants and now unzipped me.
Then, when she stuck her hand in my pants to fondle my stiffening prick through my underwear, I stuck my hand down the top of her dress to feel her naked breasts beneath her gown and bra. In the way that I couldn't believe that I was feeling my mother's naked tits, I couldn't believe I was feeling my sister's naked tits. I couldn't believe I was feeling Donna's naked breasts while fingering her nipples. I couldn't believe she was allowing me to feel her naked breasts and finger her nipples while she continued feeling my cock through my pants.
Thinking that I'd ruin the Halloween costume spell of hopefully having sex with my sexy sister, I didn't dare ask her to remove her gown. I figured she needed her costume to stay in character while pretending that she was Cinderella instead of my sister. Instead of removing her costume, I lifted the back of her gown all the way up to her hips to feel her shapely ass through her panties. I couldn't believe I was feeling my sister's firm and shapely panty clad ass while exposing her white, bikini panties.
Then again, while waiting for her to stop me, when she pulled out my cock to stroke me, I moved my hand to the front of her to finger her pussy through her panties. I couldn't believe I was fingering my sister's pussy through her panties. I couldn't believe my sister had my cock in her hand and was stroking my prick. I couldn't believe I was having sex with my bitch of a big sister.
In the way that my mother had given me a hand job, my sister was giving me a hand job too. In the way that it was hard for me to wrap my head around my mother stroking me, it was hard for me to wrap my head around my sister stroking me. Yet, in the way that I had masturbated my mother and my mother had masturbated me, I couldn't believe that I was masturbating my sister and she was masturbating me. I just hoped she'd do more than just masturbating me while allowing me to do more than just masturbating her.
Unable to get over the shock of it all, I was totally stunned. I couldn't believe my sister was allowing me to feel her ass and finger her pussy through her panties with one hand while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples with my other hand. Again, waiting for her to stop me in the way that I had waited for my mother to stop me, I pushed her panties aside in the way that I did with my mother's panties. As soon as I fingered her warm wetness, I was thrilled that she was already as wet as I was hard.
In the same way that I did with my mother, I rubbed my sister's clit and finger fucked her cunt with one hand and while continuing to feel her naked breasts and finger her hard, erect nipple with my other hand. I couldn't believe that I was finger fucking my sister. I couldn't believe I was feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples. It was one thing to get lucky with a woman I picked up on the street, but this was my sister.
I continued masturbating my sister in the same way that I masturbated my mother. My sister continued masturbating me in the same way that my mother had masturbated me. She was masturbating me in the same way that I was masturbating her. Hoping that by repeating what had happened with my mother with my sister that I'd understand this Halloween costume phenomenon, I was at a loss to explain it. In the way that I couldn't believe that I was having sex with my mother, I couldn't believe that I was having sex with my sister.
I couldn't help but wonder that if I masturbated her to a sexual orgasm if she'd suck me in the way that my mother blew me. Perhaps, unlike my mother, my sister would allow me to make love to her before fucking her. I'd love nothing more than to make love to my big sister. I'd love nothing more than to fuck my sexy sister hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock in the way that I was about to give her a sexual orgasm with my fingers. I'd love nothing more than to have a long-term, sexual relationship with my sister.
'In the way that I wished my mother would have been, how hot would that be for my sister to be my forever lover,' I thought.
My sister was breathing harder. She was obviously very, sexually excited. She seemed ready to cum.
"Oh, Michael," she said falling out of her fantasy of thinking that I was her Prince Charming instead of her brother. "You're going to make me cum," she said as if teasing me and wanting me to make her cum. "If you continue masturbating me, Michael. I'm going to cum," she said in a sexually husky voice while whispering her incestuous lust in my ear. "Make me cum, Michael. Make me cum. Rub me faster. Rub me harder. Finger my pussy deeper," she said breathlessly.
In the same way that my mother stared in my brown eyes with her brown eyes, my sister stared in my brown eyes with her brown eyes. In the way that I couldn't get enough of my mother's MILF of a body, I couldn't get enough of my sister's sexy body. With me fucking her with my fingers deeper and rubbing her clit faster, I couldn't wait for her to cum. I couldn't wait to make love to her. I couldn't wait to fuck her. After giving my sister a sexual orgasm with my fingers, I couldn't wait to pound my sister's pussy hard and fast until I gave her an orgasm with my cock.
"Cum, Donna, cum," I said. "I want you to cum. I want to hear you have a sexual orgasm. I want to watch you having a sexual orgasm. Cum, Donna, cum," I said again eager to make love to my sister before fucking her.
In the way that my mother was putty in my arms, my sister was putty in my arms too. As if she was swooning to my inappropriate sexual touches of feeling my sister's naked breasts, fingering her nipples, and finger fucking her naked pussy, she closed her eyes and put her head back. Seemingly, my sister, Donna, was enjoying being kissed, touched, felt, and fingered, as much as I was enjoying kissing, touching, feeling, and fingering her.
"Oh, Michael. Oh, Michael. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Rub me faster. Rub me harder. Finger fuck me deeper. Fuck me with your fingers, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. I'm cumming, Michael. I'm cumming," she said collapsing on her bed in the way my mother had done.
Like mother, like daughter, it didn't take my sister long to cum. Obviously, she was just as horny and sexually frustrated as I was. Ready to take the next step and go all the way, as soon as she had her sexual orgasm, I reached to pull down her panties but she stopped me. In the way that I wanted to make love to my mother before fucking her, I wanted to make love to my sister before fucking her too. Yet, not to be, after having masturbated my sister, seemingly all my sister would do after having her sexual orgasm was to kiss me and pet me.
"I need to be inside you, Donna," I said. "I need to make love to you. I need to fuck you hard and fast. I need to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock."
As if she had awakened from her sexual fantasy, she looked at me as if I was no longer Prince Charming but her stupid brother. She looked at me with more self-control than I had. She looked at me as if I was crazy for suggesting that we have sexual intercourse. Already, she looked at me as if the sex between us never happened even though it had just happened.
"No, Michael. No," she said shaking her head. "You can't make love to me. You can't fuck me," she said pausing while staring down at my erect prick.
I looked at her in the way that I had looked at my mother. I looked at her with love, lust, and sexual excitement. Then, I looked at her with disappointment and rejection. After having my wicked, sexual way with my sister's naked tits and nipples, and after finger fucking her pussy, I couldn't believe my sister wouldn't have sexual intercourse with me. I couldn't believe she wouldn't allow me to make love to her. I couldn't believe she wouldn't allow me to fuck her.
"I don't understand," I said looking at her as if she was nothing more than a cock tease. "Why not? Why can't I make love to you? Why can't I fuck you?"
I didn't understand what the difference was in her allowing me to kiss her, touch her, feel her, and masturbate her while she stroked me. In the way that my mother willingly blew me, I didn't understand why she wouldn't make love to me before fucking me then, in the way that my sister wouldn't make love to me before fucking me now. I was facing the same sexual conundrum and the same sexual impasse with my sister as I faced with my mother. As if I should know such things and respect such things, she made a face, rolled her eyes, and sighed. Then, she said what my mother had said.
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"You masturbating me and me masturbating you is one thing but you making love to me and then fucking me is wrong. That's nasty," she said making a face as if she had just bitten into something sour. "Not only is that incest but also that's illegal. I'm sorry Michael but we can't have sexual intercourse. We're brother and sister. We're related by blood."
I looked at her with as much hurt as I looked at her with sexual frustration. Even though my sister willingly made out with me and allowed me to touch her, feel her, and masturbate her, she refused to make love to me and/or fuck me. I didn't understand. Just as my mother had a convoluted definition of incest, my sister had a convoluted definition of incest too.
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