This was to be a submission for the Halloween contest but the last date passed.
It is an incest story so if that's not your thing, move on, please.
All characters involved in sex are over eighteen. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.
The names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
Do not try this at home.
Ricky:
Halloween was fast approaching. My dad is a scrooge. I know, I know, that is a Christmas thing and this is Halloween but Dad hated all holidays that involved him doing something more than watching TV and drinking beer. High on his dislikes list were Christmas, Valentine's Day, Thanksgiving except for football and especially Halloween.
Mum was the exact opposite. She liked to make every holiday or special day into something wonderful for everyone to look back at in the future with pleasure at the memories. Part of the reason, I believe, was just to piss off Dad. She knew, of course, how much he disliked her going all out on these days.
Halloween was her favorite day as it gave her the opportunity to dress up and partake of the experience with neighborhood kids and parents. After kids coming to the door ended, she would often go to her friend's house a few blocks for their costume party. Obviously, Dad would not be her escort.
I liked the special days of the year but I looked upon them as photo opportunities. At eighteen years old, in my final year of high school, I was really a photography nerd. It was my intention to study techniques and methods at the college level and to make a career in the field.
I had no intention of playing dress up on Halloween. I did not think I needed to be in costume to take pics of the trick or treaters. In the past, I had managed to be uncostumed as I took my photos.
This year, Mum had been able to make me promise to be her escort to the costume party later in the evening. Again, taking me was just to annoy Dad. But, since we were going to the party, Mum insisted I had to be in costume also. I gave in. I usually gave in when Mum insisted on something.
Mum would not tell me in advance about her costume. Neither did she want to know what I would be dressing as until the actual night. Mum's enthusiasm was overwhelming as she became more and more excited the closer the big day came.
I only picked out my costume on the day of the event. When I went to the costume story, most of their selections had already been taken leaving me few choices. All those choices were pretty lame.
As I picked through the costumes on the rack, trying to find the least lame one, I saw a costume crumpled on the floor. It was an Incredible Hulk costume with tight cutoff jeans just above the knees, a torn shirt, and a green fake muscle chest plate. Without hesitation, I decided that was the costume for me.
I did not see Mum around the house when I arrived at home. Dad was already in the basement and I knew he would be firmly ensconced in his EZ Boy chair with the mini fridge beside him well stocked with beer.
Upstairs I left my costume in my room, and grabbed a shower. Once dry and back in my room, I began to get dressed for the evening's affair. I pulled the chest plate over my head and put on the ripped shirt. The shirt was snug on me but the fake muscles made me wish I truly had that kind of body.
When I went to put on the pants, I realized there was a pants liner that necessitated me taking off my underwear. Once fully dressed in costume, I checked myself out in my wall mirror. I was impressed with what I saw. There was an enhancement in the pants liner that cupped and lifted your package. It made my cock and balls stand out, emphasizing the size of what I carried down there.
The costume also came with a tube of green skin dye. I dabbed my skin and face with it. Once completed, I congratulated myself on looking pretty similar to the big guy on TV. I took a few pics of myself in the mirror before going downstairs to look for Mum.
Finding her was easy, Mum was in the kitchen dumping candy and treats into bowls. Her back was to me when I stopped in the doorway to check out her costume. Mum was wearing a long, black, ass hugging gown. The stilettoes she was wearing lifted her bum, pushing it out towards me arrogantly. I was stupefied.
This was not the first time I admired my mother as a woman, a sexy woman. She was definitely in the MILF category with her big boobs, perfect ass, and long legs. Over the years, I had often tried to catch her naked with no real success.
Even though clothed, I needed to take some pics of Mum's posterior view. I was able to get off two quick shots plus one incredible photo of Mum's ass. The gown was so tight across her bum, the camera even caught the outline of the panties she was wearing.
Mum:
Alerted by the brightness of the flash, I turned around slowly knowing it could only be my son that would have been taking a picture of me. Seeing him standing in front of me in his Incredible Hulk with his face locked to the camera gave me an idea.
I knew he had taken photos of my ass but now I wanted to see how far he would go. Erotic thoughts rushed through my mind as I considered what I should do next. I'm not sure where these thoughts came from but perhaps it was merely a matter of housewife neglect by my husband.
With him drinking every night until he passed out, he seldom shared my bed anymore, his EZ Boy chair in the basement being his preferred drinking and sleeping location. All too often, I needed to resort to my toys in order to get any sense of sexual satisfaction.
I have noticed over the past two years that my son is paying particular attention to me more and more frequently. And, not, I think as his mother. It is my belief that my son is viewing me more and more as a woman, a sexual creature.
That viewpoint must be contagious though as I have watched my little man grown into a fine looking, strapping young man. The costume he was wearing pushed him to a new level of masculine attraction in my mind. I knew the muscles were plastic but I admired them. I don't know why but seeing his cock looking admirably hard was not the result of the costume but more of him perving on my ass.
Ricky:
My mouth dropped open as I took in the full effects of her costume. Mum was dressed as Elvira, the sexy schlock star of many TV shows before the turn of the century. (I always wanted to use that phrase.) I don't know if it was a matter of how sexy she dressed on TV or the shows themselves but she had survived even into my generation.
Mum had dyed her long flowing hair ebony black with silver twinkles at the ends. The black gown she was wearing was extremely low cut showing off her tremendous boobs. She must have been wearing a push up bra as those puppies looked far larger than usual.
The gown had long slits up the sides which due to her position were spread open showing she was wearing dark thigh length stockings held firmly in place by a garter belt. Four inch black stilettoes, as I mentioned, finished off the ensemble.
"Mom, you look incredible," I exclaimed.
"So you like my costume?" she asked.
"Of course. You look so amazing, so hot in it!" adding more praise to my first compliment."
"Hot? You think your almost fifty year old mother looks hot?"
"Definitely, Mom. You are the definition of a MILF."
"A MILF, hmmm," she said. "You think your mum is a MILF," she said mostly to herself.
"All the guys at school say so too, Mum."
"Really," she said.
"They even ask for pictures of you. They are always asking if I have any naked pics of you."
Mum almost looked shocked at the thought.
"You don't have any naked pics of me, do you?"
Without thinking, I responded, "No, Mum, I wish I did."
"I guess you would want to show them to your friends if you had any," said Mum.
"Absolutely not!" I retorted. "If I had any, I would never share them."
"You don't want your friends to see naked photos of me?"
"Definitely not, Mum. If I had pics like those, I'd keep them for myself." Oops.
"So you want to see your mother naked?"
"Oh my gawd, Mum, we can't be having this conversation," I said, spinning on my heels and almost running from the room.
Coming to a stop in the livingroom, feeling humiliated and ashamed of my behaviour in front of my mother, I sprawled on the couch. I was lucky Mum had not noticed that my cock had hardened while talking to her. We had never had that kind of conversation before. Mum and I never discussed sex period.
I was trying to rub my dick through my pants but the package enhancing cod piece was making that impossible. Unnoticed, Mum followed me into the room. She made a throat clearing noise startling me. Looking up to see her standing there with a whiskey coloured drink in her hand, she stood still, legs spread, and smirking at me.
"I'm sorry, Honey, if I embarrassed you", she said.
I grunted a non-committal response.
"Would you like to take some photos of your old Mum?"
I gulped before answering. "Nude pics?" I asked, gulping again.
"Of course not, silly. Of me in my costume."
"Right. Yes... Of course. If you want me to?" Coherent thoughts were not my friends at the moment.
