1. What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Male / Older Female, Mature, Teen Male / Female, Author: eroticbeing, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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