What Mommy Doesn’t Know Will Fuck Her
Until I read stories, I had no idea how many sons had fantasies…or sometimes realities…of having sex with their Mother. I mean, it is not really a conversation one has with their buddies. Imagine this:
“Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?”
“Anyone who moves, I imagine.”
“True. But do you know who my most constant late night focus of my daily stroke-fest sessions?”
“Beth, the head cheerleader?”
“She’s in the top five, no doubt.”
“Well, who would be number one then?”
“Promise you won’t judge?”
“No.”
“Seriously, this is really embarrassing.”
“Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too bad.”
“My Mom.”
“That’s not so bad. I was expecting Big Bertha or Old Woman Burgess. First, your Mom is ridiculously hot and second I have stroked about my Mom many times.”
“You have?”
“Of course, and my Mom is nowhere as hot as your Mom.”
“So it doesn’t make me a freak?”
“Oh it makes you a freak all right. A perverted little freak. But hey, at our age, every guy is a perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet supposedly had a thing with his Mother.”
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Anyway, the point is simple. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother.
She didn’t help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at work. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs were on my lap. She had to have known what it did to me, but she never let on and it never went any further then a son giving his Mother a gentle foot massage.
She also knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments my friends threw at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, and she revelled in it. That said, I never thought I would have the chance to do more than just her feet…and then Halloween occurred.
Every Halloween my parents got dressed up as a sweet couple and went to some big party. Every year you could see their excitement for the big day. Mom’s creative juices always came alive for Halloween too. She always designed and made the costumes, often starting months in advance. I can’t recall all the outfits but do remember a few: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a very hot flapper girl (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (to this day I still have a photo of Mom as Wilma hidden under my bed for stroke sessions), her fifties theme icons, Marilyn Monroe and James Dean (which I also have a picture of hidden for play time), and last year she was Princess Leia while Dad was Luke Skywalker (that kept my light-sabre erect for months). This year they were going as Beauty and the Beast. As always, Mom refused to reveal her costume until Halloween Eve.
Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did…giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o’clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator…the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn’t going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because this was a night she always looked forward to, and had put hours upon hours into making the costumes perfect. Although clearly mad at Dad, she still planned to go to the party.
A couple of hours later, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume. My cock was instantly stiff. I have always secretly thought Belle was the hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But my Mom dressed as Belle, in the blue dress, her hair exactly the same and the darkest brown pantyhose I have seen, other than Hooter’s waitresses, was the sexiest moment of my young life.
I did what I always seemed to do when talking to Mom. I complimented her. “Wow, Mom, you could be the real life Belle. This is your best costume yet.”
“You think so?” she asked, smiling and posing rather seductively.
“I know so. Dad would have loved it.”
My Mom’s smile faded. “I can’t believe he ditched me, for a transportation union of all things.”
“I’m sure he will make it back.”
She shrugged, gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she always did. And she was off.
All the stars lined up perfectly. Even the fact I was home in the first place was a long string of fateful moments. Now usually I go out to a Halloween party as well, but truthfully just didn’t feel like it. I had been dumped a couple of weeks before by my girlfriend of eight months, Pamela, and didn’t really want to see her. So I was watching “Halloween” for the umpteenth time when the phone rang.
“Is your Mom still home?” dad asked.
“She left an hour ago,” I replied.
“Shit,” he swore, “was she mad?”
“Think PMS time cubed and you may be close,” I warned.
“Double shit,” he cursed, “I tried her cell and she didn’t answer.”
I walked over to the kitchen and saw it sitting in the charger. “She wouldn’t. It is being charged.”
“Triple shit,” he swore, knowing he was indeed in deep shit. After a pause, “Well, can you leave her a note? This is going to be an all-nighter.”
“Shit,” I repeated, which got a nervous chuckle.
Mom was sexy, and caring, but you never wanted to be on her bad side.
“I better get her some flowers,” he rationalized. I noticed an address on a pad of paper in my Mom’s handwriting and assumed that was where she was headed.
“Better be a whole garden. This year’s costumes were her best yet.”
We said our goodbyes and I returned to watching TV. About ten minutes later, a light bulb in my head flickered. A few seconds later the light bulb shoned bright as the sun.
I went upstairs into my parents’ room. Lying on the bed was Dad’s Beast costume.
I put it on and was shocked at how comfortable the costume was. My Mom had thought of everything as it even had two battery-powered mini-fans in it to keep you cool. I also noticed that she had created a velcro opening at the privates, so you could rake a piss without completely taking off the costume. I looked in the mirror. No one would have a clue it was me. I was the same height as my father; I had the same blue eyes as my father; and I had the same voice as my father. I went downstairs, grabbed the address, jumped into Dad’s Mercedes and drove to the party.
I arrived at the party a few minutes after eleven and was met at the door by my Mom’s best friend Gloria, dressed in a Snow White costume. Her face brightened when she saw me. In her usual giddy voice, she said, “Thank God, you are here Ted, Alexis is really mad at you.”
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