I desperately wanted to rip her bodice off and suck on those puppies like I had so many years ago, but the hand-paws of my stupid costume prevented that fantasy froming true. Instead, I watched mesmerized at my gorgeous Mother sitting on top of me riding my cock with eager enthusiasm. A few minutes more of hardcore bouncing and I knew I was going toe. I mumbled through the costume, “I’m gonnae soon, Mo…” I caught myself just in time and attempted a cover, getting aggressive, “Where does my slut want my cum?”


    I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, “Come inside me Baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed.”


    Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded jets of cum into my perfect slut Mother, another long-lived stroke fantasying true. She continued riding my cock as my cum coated her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning me up with her amazing lips and tongue, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and copsed beside me.


    She looked into my eyes, well, into my costume eyes, andplimented me, “You’ve always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high.”


    “You bring out the best in me,” Iplimented slyly.


    Hand in hand, wey there in silence for a while before she suggested we head home. She left her car at Gloria’s as she was too drunk to drive and I drove her home in my Dad’s Mercedes. Halfway home, I felt Mom’s hand gliding over my leg before fishing my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released from its solitary confinement.


    I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son’s cock.


    Once we were in the garage, Mom crooned, “You’re still hard, Baby; I can’t remember thest time you could get it up even twice, never mind three times.”


    I replied, “It’s your costume, Baby, it’s brought out the Beast in me.”


    Sheughed, “And now you’re being witty. What’s gotten into you?”


    Feeling confident, “I don’t know, but I know what wants to get intoyou.”


    She giggled like a schoolgirl and purred, “You aresucha bad boy.”


    “The baddest,” I responded confidently, getting out of the car and then going to the other side to pick up my Mother and carry her into the house like the dominant man I currently felt like thinking,The Beast can do no less for his lovely Belle. Aarrrghh. I carried her all the way to my parents’ bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed.


    My Mother, clearly still very horny, with a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, “Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock again, big boy?”


    I gasped. She knew it was me! I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?”


    “Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn’t tell the difference between my husband and my son?” she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock. “For one thing,this…” she bestowed a light kiss on the head of Exhibit A, “… is about three inches longer than your Dad’s, and tastier, too. I knew you weren’t your Dad as soon as I touched it. Remember when I called it ‘interesting’? And if it wasn’t him, there was only one other person on the itcouldbe! Ever since then you weren’t the only one y-acting, although the hunger I felt for you wasn’t acting at all!”


    I apologized, “I amso sorry, Mom. I didn’te to the party to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn’t going to make it.”


    Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard-as-rock cock. “Baby, don’t be sorry. I love your Dad, but he’s gone so much, and even when heishome, he can’t ever keep up with my sex drive. But you, young man…”This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike thest time, she sucked my cock slowly. She made love to it with her mouth, slow and gentle. She continued that for a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked coyly, “Do you want to see your Mommy’s breasts?”


    “Y-y-yes,” I stammered.


    She slowly, seductively, pulled her entire costume over her head, leaving her naked except for her ripped-apart pantyhose but particrly her breasts, still firm even though she was twenty-five years older than I. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom’s perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance when she began attempting to remove my costume. “Well, son, don’t just stand there. Let’s get you out of that costume. This Jocasta can’t wait to see her hot Oedipus naked!” After some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally freed from my not-so-secret identity and now was only in my boxer briefs in front of my Mom, who was now totally naked. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, my confident persona whisked away with the costume gone. Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, “Looking good! Has my baby boy been working out?”


    In two short sentences, my confidence was back. I replied, attempting to be funny, “Yeah, trying to buff up for thedies.”


    She smiled, “Well, I know onedy who’s very impressed.” Her hands pulled my underwear down and off. She fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me on top of her and finally our lips were touching while we could see each other’s faces. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without a word we scrambled around on my parents’ bed and ended up in my first-ever sixty-nine. I was on my back, my cock standing erect like a gpole while my Mom straddled my face, her legs draped over each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would at a car crash, unable to look away.