Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Costume To Fuck Her: #1

Introduction: Son masquerades in Dad's costume to fuck unsuspecting Mother. Read abd enjoy..

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Until I began reading stories on Literotica I had no idea how many sons had fantasies... or sometimes even realities... of having sex with their Mother. I mean it isn't really a conversation one has with his buddies. Imagine this: "Dude, you know who I would really like to fuck?"

"Anyone who moves, I imagine."

"True. But do you know who is the 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, you do some crazy shit; so do I."

"Seriously, this is really embarrassing."

"Fine, I promise not to ridicule you too badly."

"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've stroked about my Mom lots of times." "You have?"

and my Mom is nowhere

make me

perverted little freak. Christ, even Hamlet was supposed to have a thing for his Mother. Remember the Ophelia song? 'Ah, ah, when I was young, I, I should've known better.'

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more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies

skirts, hose and heels. All three of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I'd grown up seeing them worn on the hottest woman I knew. I was sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a hard day at work. She always kept her stockings on and my cock always rose whenever her stocking-clad legs

she knew it, she even revelled in it. That said, I never thought I'd ever have the chance to do more

to look sexy.) Every year I could see their excitement growing for the big day; Mom's creative juices always came alive for Halloween. She always designed and made the two costumes, often starting months in advance. I can't recall all the outfits but do remember a few recent ones: Bonnie and Clyde with Mom dressed as a hot flapper (Mom looked stunning in fishnets and the cute bob haircut with her toy tommy gun and an evil grin ready to shoot someone's balls off), Fred and Wilma Flintstone, which had my dick thinking Bam Bam all night (Mom as Wilma with her tattered neck- and

that due to some late bargaining (Dad is a high-powered mediator... the guy you hire to negotiate the ends

couple hours later, seven o'clock, Mom came downstairs in her Belle costume, making my

enjoyment. The next chapter is just

hottest cartoon character, in the same way I think Betty is easily the hottest Archie girl. But seeing my Mom dressed as Belle, in an off-shoulder blue peasant dress displaying a generous expanse of her flawless upper chest, although nothing quite illegal if she remained upright, her hair exactly the same shade as Belle's, plus wearing the darkest brown pantyhose I've ever seen other than on Hooters waitresses, was the sexiest moment of

did what I always did when talking to my Mom. I complimented her. "Wow Mom, you could be the real-life Belle. This is

so?" she asked, smiling

know so. Dad would have

can't believe he ditched me for a transportation union

make

that." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and let me kiss hers like she always did and was off, leaving me standing there in a cloud of

of fateful moments. Usually after seeing my parents off (not ever wanting to miss how my Mom would look that year) I would usually leave for a Halloween party as well, but

your Mom still

hour ago," I

he swore, "was

you

cursed, "I tried

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