Masked Motherly Love – The Day After
A son discovers the masked woman he made love to the night before was in fact his own mother.
"I'll see you late afternoon," Tom said as he kissed me on the cheek.
He was already out of bed, showered, and leaving for the golf course. I heard the alarm go off I half hour earlier, but fell immediately asleep once again. His kiss on my cheek did wake me for the second time this morning.
"Bye Hun," I quietly uttered.
I heard him exit the room, and less than a minute later I heard the garage door close. I laid there with my eyes closed debating whether or not to sleep longer. My husband Tom and I had been up at least till 3 AM. We have not made love that many times or that enthusiastically since we were first married.
I tried to go back to sleep, but instead I kept thinking about last night. Many of my thoughts were of Tom and how happy I was that the night had rekindled our sexual desires. But I also was thinking about how exciting and wonderful it was to have sex with my son Brian.
As we have in the past, Tom and I went to one of our "swinger" parties. Since it was Halloween, we dressed in costume. I was in the full Catwoman costume and Tom went as Batman. Shortly after arriving, my son and his wife entered in Mortal Combat costumes including full masks. They did not recognize us; but we had seen their costumes earlier in the evening at home.
When they approached us I was about to inform them of our identity. And yet my husband Tom squeezed my hand tight and let the charade continue. Before I knew it we were in our hotel room with them. In no time, Tom was making love to our daughter-in-law Sherry while in the other bed my son was giving me multiple orgasms in the most amazing lovemaking session of my life.
As I lie in bed this morning I thought about it and I could feel the dampness in my pussy. I rolled over on my back and moved my hand down my belly. Within seconds my fingers were under the elastic of my panties and I started to rub my clit. I thought about Brian and how exciting it was as he totally explored my body. I imagined once again his cock entering my pussy as I slipped two fingers deep inside me. I could hear the increased moisture as my fingers started moving in and out.
Normally when I masturbate it can take 10-15 minutes for me to orgasm. I felt my first shiver already with this initial penetration. I started to move my fingers in and out several times slowly. As I did this, I used my other hand to raise my night gown completely up near my neck. I had no bra on, so I was easily able to use this left-hand to pinch my right nipple. It quickly intensified my sensation.
I thought about stopping completely. I thought about hesitating so that the feeling could last longer. But neither option seemed viable. Instead, I quickly removed my fingers and began to stroke my clit back and forth. I knew that within minutes I was going to come. I didn't care. In fact I was hoping it would be sooner.
My prediction was right. As I continued to twist my nipple I rapidly moved from side to side and felt the orgasm coming. Seconds later the unbelievable rush came through my body and I wished that I could grab hold of Brian like I did last night. His body felt so wonderful. His penis felt so wonderful inside of me. Last night there was some regret; but during this fantasy I had no hesitation. I openly and wantonly wanted my son once again.
The quivering decreased and my breathing returned to normal. I slowly let go of my nipples and reluctantly removed my fingers from between my legs. It was time to start my day officially; but what a great way to kick it off.
I sat up slowly and took another deep breath. I could see myself in the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. My hair was a mess and my face was flushed. I wasn't wearing makeup and yet I still looked pretty good. I still wasn't finding much motivation for the day and thought maybe overall I would just take it easy. Tom was gone golfing all day and I didn't have much that really needed to be done around the house.
With that, I knew the Sunday paper was waiting. I had to make a quick stop into the bathroom. As I stood at the foot of the bed I was directly in front of the mirror, and I once again looked at myself. I definitely did not look as good as I did the night before in the Catwoman costume. Without the right bra, my 34 C breasts were now hanging a little lower than when I'm out in public. The costume itself gave me even more lift and showed off the cleavage that I have in most cases. My current nightgown was definitely low-cut and simply because of my breast size I still had quite a bit of cleavage.
Even without makeup I still consider myself pretty good-looking. Tom always confirmed that thought and at the many parties we have attended the men always seem to be more than willing to join us. My shoulder length auburn hair was definitely a mess this morning. I ran my fingers through it a couple times. At least it was presentable for my own sake. I really didn't care as I had no plans.
I headed to the master bath and stepped over our costumes from the night before. I thought about picking them up off the floor and properly hanging them in the closet. Now that I was standing up, my bladder didn't want to wait much longer. Several minutes later and I was relieved completely in so many ways and anxious for that 1st cup of coffee. I stepped over the costumes as I made my way to the kitchen for that first dose of caffeine.
**
I loved lazy Sunday mornings. Given the electronic age, I considered stopping the Sunday paper delivery. But there was something about the tradition. I was now at the kitchen table with the paper spread out all over. I already read the majority of sections and was now browsing through the ads. As I did so, I was sipping on my 2nd cup of coffee considering how late Tom and I kept fucking each other.
I heard a knock on the front door and then it opened. It startled me because it was only 10:00 AM and there's no way Tom would be back yet.
"It's me," I heard Brian yell from the other room.
A shiver went through my body and stopped right between my legs. At the same time a smile overtook my face and I actually started shaking from nervousness. I set the paper down and stood up right away. I looked at myself and realized what I was wearing.
"Damn!" I thought to myself. What else could I do but accept what I was wearing. Oh well, at least my tits looked good in this nightgown.
I went into the family room as he was coming across to greet me. His eyes confirmed the confidence I had about my tits. His eyes didn't leave my cleavage the entire time he walked across the room.
He had a long sleeve button shirt on, and tight casual jeans. The shirt was just tight enough to continue to show his muscles. He really did have a great body. I continued to feel the excitement between my legs and now was worried about how I looked.
"Dad around?" He asked as he approached me and kissed me on the cheek.
"He went golfing," I managed to sputter as his kiss sent chills down my spine.
"Crap. I was going to change the plugs on the Camry and I know he's done it before."
"I'm sorry, honey," I responded in a normal motherly tone. "Did he know you were coming?"
"No, and I can pretty much do it myself. I'll just grab his tools and maybe even just do it here."
"Okay, can I make you some breakfast before hand?" I asked hoping to spend more time with him.
"You don't need to go to any trouble," he tried to convince me.
"It's not any trouble at all. I was thinking about scrambling some eggs for myself so it's just a few more."
"Okay," he obliged, "but only if you are having some as well."
"I am," I reassured him as I motioned him towards the kitchen, "you want some coffee?"
"Definitely!" He told me with conviction.
"Oh yeah," I started with a grin," how was the party you two went to last night?"
"It was okay. We did meet a couple that we got along with. It was late before we knew it."
"You drink a lot?" I asked him even though I knew the answer.
"No, not really. Mainly I'm just tired because we were up so late. Not to mention Sherry and I stayed up late after we got home."
His admission about staying up late made me think that he and his wife Sherry had the same type of rekindled lovemaking session the Tom and I had last night. I also hoped that Brian spent some of the time fantasizing about me and my Catwoman costume. Particularly since he had no idea who she was other than some hot older woman in a mask.
"Nothing special for you guys last night?" He asked me for confirmation of my story last night.
"No, just TV. Quite a few trick-or-treaters early in the evening." It didn't take much to convince him that his mom and dad had a boring night.
I poured his coffee and handed it to him at the table. He already made himself comfortable and was reading the comics. I got out the glass bowl and after pulling out the carton I was cracking eggs in no time.
"How many eggs?" I asked after already cracking three.
"Scrambled?" He looked at me for confirmation, "three is fine," he answered after I nodded yes.
I began the ritual of scrambling six eggs. I thought about only five but realized I was rather hungry. As they started to solidify I turned to ask him what Sherry was doing today. He wasn't at the table. At first I wondered but then realized he probably was going to the bathroom.
As the eggs continued to cook, so did my thoughts. I wondered if there was ever a way that Brian and I could actually be lovers. Tom and I discussed it, and he was okay with the idea. It was so wonderful how open we were with each other. He admitted that part of the willingness was that it would give him the opportunity to continue to fuck Brian's wife Sherry. Yet Tom sleeping with his daughter-in law didn't quite live up to the same shocking concept as me fucking my own son.
What I didn't realize was how close it was to once again becoming a reality.
**
I swallowed another bite when I realized something was wrong. I looked at my plate and was halfway through. At the other side of the table was Brian's plate, and yet Brian had not yet returned.
I started to wonder if maybe they did drink a little too much and perhaps he was feeling sick. I set my fork down and decided I'd check really quick. As I exited the kitchen and looked down the hallway my job dropped. I started to shake. It suddenly dawned on me where Brian was.
As I looked down the hall, the bathroom door was open and the light was off. The problem was, the doorway right before that was open and the light was on. It was my master bedroom. I had turned the light off when I left this morning. I suddenly realized that Brian had to pass my room as he was walking to the restroom. Now I regretted not taking a few seconds to pick up our costumes off of my bedroom floor.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe for some reason he decided to use my master bath and didn't notice the costumes. Yet I knew better. I still was shaking. I began the long walk down the hallway. It was only five feet, yet one of the longest marches I've made in my life.
