Author's note: Well with a name like mine how could I possibly not conjure up something for a Halloween contest? Well nothing's changed and in my quest to try to do something a little different, I've decided to shy away from dark and evil(I did enough of that in SWB) and go with something a little more playful, a little something more in the vein of a good old fashioned Trick or Treat. As to what that means, I hope this story will be considered a treat despite the little bit of a trick that occurs. Enjoy Lovecraft68
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I stood outside of my mother's bedroom and took a deep breath. This was it. After two years of keeping my feelings secret, I was going to Mom how I felt. I hesitated then moving quickly before I lost my nerve yet again, I knocked.
"Come on in Trevor!" she called out.
I grabbed the knob and as I turned it, noticed my hand was trembling. Pushing the door open, I entered the room that if all went well I would soon be sharing with my heart's desire. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on a towel as she painted her toe nails. I caught my breath when I saw that her legs being bent had caused the back of her robe to fall away. I stared at the backs of her white creamy thighs and felt a stirring between my legs when I saw the thin strip of her black panties.
Mom glanced down and blushing, said, "Oh, I'm sorry honey!"
She quickly dropped her feet to the floor and lifting her hips pulled her robe down over knees. I wanted to tell her not to be, that I loved seeing her beautiful body, but instead walked slowly over to her.
"C...can I talk to you Mom?" I asked softly.
"Of course," she flashed me her trademark crooked smile, the left side of her mouth curling up a little more than the right. That smiled was also the one that always caused her green eyes to light up, "But I thought you were going out tonight."
"I...I'd rather be home with you." I said in a weak attempt to try to steer the conversation my way.
"That's sweet," she laughed, "But honey, a good looking twenty year old boy like you should be out with the girls having some fun, not home with your boring old mother. What's that little cutie Amber up to tonight?
"You're not boring Mom," I told her dodging the topic of the girl mom thought I should be dating, " and I...I think you're beautiful."
"Thank you honey!" she smiled, then pursed her lips and cocked her head, "Hey, you looking for something from me, with all this flattery?"
"I...I am." I nodded, "I...I do need something from you, mom."
"Well here," Mom patted the bed next to her, "Sit down hon, you know I'll always give you anything you need."
Oh, I hoped that was true, I thought as I sat down next to her, especially because her robe was tied loosely and I got a good look at the tops of her large tits. I'd fondled and sucked on those tits in my dreams since I'd accidently seen her and my father having sex on the deck when they thought I wasn't home. The look of ecstasy on my mother's face as my father's tongue was buried between her legs was forever ingrained in my mind. She looked so beautiful! Her long black hair spread out behind her head, her red lips parted and her eyes rolled back as she moaned my dad's name. Seeing I was named after him, that had turned me on even more as I imagined it was me she was calling out to.
Even better was watching mom return the favor, lying across my father's stomach and taking his cock between her soft full lips. She'd pressed his cock between her tits and was slowly bobbing her head. The window I was watching through was open and I could hear not only dad's moans as she pleased him, but Mom was moaning as well. Mom's moans were soft and the look on her face told me that she was turned on simply by making him feel good.
Mom had then rolled over and begun riding him. I'd been hard and unable to help it, had pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it as I watched mom put her arms over her head and make a show of sliding her hips across his cock. Mom's tits were bouncing and again she had that look of pure pleasure on her face. They rolled over and dad began fucking her hard and fast. Mom had wrapped her legs around his waist and called his name over and over as he drove deep inside her.
Dad cried out and Mom moaned as he came inside her. When he was done he lay on top of her and kissed her softly. Mom told him that she loved him and how no other man could ever make her feel as beautiful as he did.
"Honey?" Mom cut into my thoughts.
I looked up at her and felt myself blush when she looked down and immediately pulled her robe tighter.
"Were you..." she paused then caused my stomach to lurch, "Staring at my tits Trevor?"
"I uh...."
I swallowed hard and looked away. My gaze fell upon the picture of Mom and Dad with me at my high school graduation. I felt a pang of sadness looking at it. My father died of a massive heart attack a month after that picture was taken. It was right after he passed that I realized there was one other man who could treat my mother the way she deserved, me. Mom had gone on a few dates since dad died, but never more than one with the same guy. She would always shrug and say when she met the one she was meant to be with, she would know.
Well I knew who that person was and it was me. I was the man who would be able to love and satisfy her in every way and tonight I was going to tell her that.
"Trevor!" she snapped.
I was doing it again and when I focused on her she looked concerned.
"You okay honey?"
"I...yeah, I just miss dad." I felt bad saying that as I was hoping to get her thinking about how she missed a man in her life.
"I do too." She said looking longingly at the picture. "I...I'm lonely Trevor, but I...I just compare every man to him and I'm not going to find it."
