Blake was in the kitchen when Melani ran past slamming the door on her way out. Blake went down the hallway and peeked through the partially opened door of his mother's bedroom. It was dark and be could barely make out the lump on the bed. Hearing her whimper in her drugged sleep he stepped in closer. Angela was restless without human contact, her fears coming to her sleeping mind. Blake overwhelmed by the suffering of his mother reflected back to when he was a small child and suffering from fever and illness. He remembered how her sliding into bed next to him and holding him made him feel so much better. It healed him more than the pills or elixirs the doctors prescribed. Kicking off his shoes Blake crawled up onto the bed making sure he and his mother were covered in the blanket then pulled her head to his shoulder and wrapping her in his arms he caressed her head to calm her demons.
Melani almost ran to her house, a haste not unnoticed by Amanda. Busting into the backdoor she was on a mission to prove her son was not Captain America for Halloween. She called his name but her voice was lost in the empty house.
She saw the note on the refrigerator door and read it aloud. "Mel, Robert and I have gone to get in a few holes-D"
"Damn him, Mother fucker," popped out of her mouth.
An irony that was missed by Melani in her stress. Melani covered her mouth in embarrassment because she never talked like that, of course she never fucked her son before either. Remembering her daughter had spent the night off again she was slightly relieved knowing she couldn't of heard the outburst. Melani still had to prove to herself that Robert was Batman that night, it was probably Robert that fucked Amanda Pennington while wearing that suit. Thinking of the neighbor seducing her son made Melani livid. She would beat the bitch's ass too just like Angela did. It never occurred to Melani that she did what she was angry at Amanda about. Having sex with your neighbors 18 year old son. At this point it was a fervent hope that was Blake who had been had sliding inside her clutching and drooling pussy. How did she get to the truth without asking Robert? She didn't want to ask Blake who was Captain America. She didn't want him to put two and two together and realize she was the one that fucked him that night.
THE CLOSET! Melani went down the hall to Roberts room expecting to find the Batman costume spread across his room like it had exploded. Instead she found his room surprisingly clean. Looking around she couldn't see anything that resembled the costume. Opening his closet she flicked on the light and saw a cheap plastic garment bag with the costume stores logo on the front that was hanging toward the back. Stepping into the closet to unzip it her body cast a shadow from the single overhead bulb covering the bag. As she unzipped it the faint odor of sex and her perfume wafted out starting a process of recognition that Melani didn't want to understand. Stepping back and puling the half opened bag with her let the light from the bulb shine through and washing away the blacks and grays she had wanted to see there and reveled the reds and blues of the costume. Clutching the bag to her chest Melani stumbled back until the backs of her knees hit the bed causing her to sit with little grace. Like Angela the tears fell as she replayed in her head the wild sexual encounter from Halloween. Of taking the young boys hard virile cock in her mouth lusting in it's taste before she mounted him as both took raucous pleasure in each others bodies. Except now it wasn't an anonymous seduction of her fantasy lover and 18 year old neighbor Blake, it was her son. Her son whose cock she had taken so greedily and readily in her mouth. Her son who had stretched and plundered her hungry pussy while fingering her asshole. Her son who had salved the sexual burning that had been growing in her day by day. What kind of animal did that make her. It didn't matter she didn't know, she was his mother she should have known. What did she miss, did Robert know? Did Robert knowingly fuck his mother? She realized he couldn't have known but she, she should have known and stopped it. Guilt continued to wash over her as she rocked back and forth on the bed. Visions of her little boy as he was growing up replaced by the memory of that lustful carnival of flesh.
It was late in the afternoon when Angela awoke. What she had known unconsciously she now felt as the warm body shielded her and the strong arms comforted and protected her. At first she thought it was Carl and that all of this had been a long sordid nightmare. Reaching up and touching the arm she knew that wasn't right. Carl didn't have the muscles of these arms, but Blake did. Her son had come to protect her, the revelation making Angela began to weep silent tears.
Blake had been sleeping lightly with his mother in his arms. When she began to stir he felt it and awoke. Hearing her sniffle he reached over to the night stand and retrieved her a tissue. Knowing he was awake Angela had some questions she had to ask him. She stayed facing away from him looking at the dark wall, she didn't want to see his face, not yet.
Her lips dry and her throat sore from being sick and the whiskey made her voice hoarse but he could understand her as she whispered out, "You were Batman Halloween night?"
The question was really more of a statement but she waited for Blake to answer which he did, "Yes."
Angela asked "Why?"
Blake volunteered, "Robin came back early and wanted to go to the party like we planned,"
Angela interrupted him, "No, why did you fuck me,why did you have sex with your mother."
Blake froze, she knew, his fears came true and she had figured out he was Batman. Who told her? It couldn't have been Amanda she never saw him in the costume? Robert? Did Robert tell her they had switched back? Did she confront Robert about the sex and he tell her it wasn't him.
