I posted the first chapter as my entry into the 2017 Literotica Halloween contest. I imagined this would only be a one off story and not a continuing series. But, due to popular demand, I am writing a sequel. We will be moving past the Halloween theme in this one. I don't know if there will be additional chapters or not. Let's just see where this one takes us.
As always, all participants in the sexual activities are over the age of eighteen. Since this is my fantasy, in the world of my creation there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. Also, we can assume all my characters enjoy good hygiene and shower regularly even if not mentioned.
Please enjoy.
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Eventually, all spasms passed. Wonder Woman collapsed onto me. I held her in my arms, breathing in and out past her ear. She was gasping for breath as well.
She whispered into my ear.
"Tonight you fucked Wonder Woman. Tomorrow, you can eat Mommy's pussy for breakfast."
I woke up alone in my bed with my mother's final words of the preceding night ringing in my head. I was wide awake yet bone weary. The sun had been peeping up over the horizon as Wonder Woman and I exchanged final kisses before making our way to our bedrooms at opposite ends of the estate sized house. The angle of the sun now glaring through a crack in my window draperies told me it was about ten in the morning.
Part of me was disappointed that I had woken in my bed alone. I guess I hoped that Mom would be here with me again giving me the promised breakfast treat. My Wonder Woman had been drinking the night before. Perhaps, sober this morning, she had regrets about us coming together. Perhaps that was the one and only time for us.
I really didn't know how I should feel about it all. Should I jump up and yell yippee? Or, should I be apologetic for my part in allowing things to get so out of hand. I didn't know. Nothing that happened had been planned. Not by me, anyway. Dreamt of maybe, but not planned. Certainly not planned.
But, why hadn't my mother changed out of her sexy Wonder Woman costume when she had ushered my drunken father to bed? She came downstairs to her son with her luscious tits overflowing the costume. Her short shorts were moulded to her ass, defining it, and inviting hands to caress it. From her stilettoes and her thigh high stockings upwards, she was a wonderful display of sexiness. A Wonder Woman in every way.
Did she plan it? She must have known from previous experiences with me that I found her sexy, found her desirable as a woman, and that I wanted to fuck her MILF self. Maybe plan was too strong a word. I think she wanted something to happen though. Did we go further than she had intended? Was that the problem? Wonder Woman had lost all control of herself last night. My mother allowed her son to fuck her.
If she had wanted, or planned to stop before we fucked, when did Mom want to stop? When I was fondling and loving her breasts? Or when she was sucking my cock?
I had no answers to any of my questions. I knew, however, I couldn't hide in my room forever. The repercussions of the night before needed to be faced.
Going through my morning ritual, I just couldn't stop my brain from churning. Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, I slowly and as quietly as I could, went down the stairs. Standing in the kitchen doorway, I found my mother with her back to me fussing around the kitchen counters. My father was, of course, nowhere in sight.
I took a deep breath to settle myself before walking into the kitchen. Mom must have heard me as she turned to face me. She was not a vision of sexiness in any shape, way, or form this morning. Mom was wearing an old housecoat of my father's. It was much too big for her, furry, and covered her from ankles to neck.
"Good morning, Mom," I began, very hesitantly.
"Sit down, I have your breakfast in the warming oven. Your father ate his already. He's gone to the office," said Mom in a stern voice.
I wasn't getting a positive impression from her. Mom was not her normal, jovial self. She sounded very matter of fact. Almost emotionless. A few minutes later she placed my breakfast plate, pancakes and sausages, in front of me.
She returned in a couple minutes more with two cups of coffee, one for each of us. Mom took a seat at the breakfast bar beside me. I didn't know what to say so I focused on shoveling the pancakes into my mouth in silence.
When I was finished eating, I pushed the empty plate away from me. Still wordless, Mom took the plate to the sink before walking back to me.
"We should talk," said my mother. Oh oh, the infamous words of a woman in turmoil. She left the kitchen beckoning me to follow.
I walked behind her silently into the original scene of the crime. We were back in the theatre room and even in our original places on the couch again. I could not even look Mom in the eyes. My head was tilted down towards the floor. I waited as patiently as I could. My case of nerves displayed itself in the shaking of my left leg.
"We need to speak about last night, of course," said my former Wonder Woman.
I simply nodded while keeping my eyes averted.
"You may have guessed," continued my mother, "but my marriage has not been happy for a long time."
Instant replay, I simply nodded while keeping my eyes averted.
"The first years with your father were great. But, as time passed, he started spending more and more time at his office. Working for our future, he said. Of course, that seemed the right thing to do."
Still nodding but my eyes were drifting towards my mother and away again.
"As you got older, our financial status grew and grew as well. Eventually, we got to the point in our lives that your father could begin to cut back on his working hours. But, he didn't. He said he needed to work even harder since he was on the partner tract by then. That is also when he began to drink even more."
