I found one pretty easily, my mind already creating scenarios of Batman disciplining Catwoman. Mom put on the mask and sauntered over to me seductively, parodying the old Adam West over-the-top-sound-balloon action scenes I used to watch on reruns, “So Batman, do you think you could BING BAM BOOM me into submission?” She was bonking my skull with the dildo again to illustrate.


    The innuendo had me weak in the knees as I tried toe up with a wittyeback.


    When I couldn’t, she purred, actually sounding like a cat, “What is it Batman, cat got your tongue?”


    She rubbed my stiff cock through my pants and teased, “Oh, does a certain little man want toe out of the Batcave and y? Is that you, Alfred?”


    I moaned, unable toe up with aplete thought.


    She took the mask off and reached for another outfit. She grabbed a red one and disappeared into a change room. I looked at other outfits: various princesses, nurses, Superwoman, Lady Gaga… each one creating a new fantasy for me.


    Mom came out in the skimpiest red outfit ever, her mocha-coloured thigh high stocking topspletely visible. She skipped up to me and teased, “Well, hello there Mr. Wolf, do you want to chase me back to my grandmother’s house and eat me right up?”


    My mouth dropped open, my Mom’s transformation into a wolf-bait girl in a shelf bodice, so fucking naughty.


    Her hand slid down my chest to my cock, her finger like lightning and thunder. “Imagine helpless li’l ole me with a basketful of goodies and no one to use them on me?”


    “Aaaah, fuck, Mom,” I moaned.


    “Does baby want to fuck Little Red Mommy Hood?” she asked, her hand again on my crotch.


    “Oh god, yes,” I grunted, like a babbling fool.


    Mom looked around and pulled me into the dressing room. She pushed me onto the bench, pulled out my cock and sat down on it, engulfing itpletely. Her wet warmth coated my basket of goodies and she bounced up and down eagerly, taking every inch of me with each downward bounce. My Mom was really horny and I could feel her excess juice leaking onto my legs as our bodies collided. Her moans, although controlled because of our surroundings, were bing louder the longer she fucked me. I could tell she wanted to scream, to talk dirty, and the restrictive location was holding her back from the pure pleasure she usually sang to the skies when we fucked.


    I whispered, trying to push her past the point of resistance, “Come for me Mommy,e like the son-fucker you are.”


    “Aaah, fuck, Curtis,” she whispered back, “keep talking dirty to me. Treat me like your fucking personal sex-slut.”


    I wanted to bend her over and take control but the room didn’t allow for it, so I continued my verbal assault of my perfect, beautiful, slut Mom. “Keep bouncing, slut. Who owns that wet cunt of yours?”


    “You do,” she moaned, loader than she meant to.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “I do what?” I asked, pping her ass loudly.


    “Aaah, fuck, youownmy cunt, baby.”


    “And I can use it whenever I want, right Mommy?”


    “Oh fuck, yes, Curtis, I’m always at your disposal,” she moaned.


    “My personal live-at-home Mommy cum bucket.”


    “Oh my fucking God, Curtis, yes, baby, more, I’m so close,” she moaned, getting turned on by the submission and the taboo sin of fucking her son where she was now getting so loud the whole store was probably listening!


    “Come for me now, my Mommy-slut,e like the dirty, incestuous, son-fucking whore you are,” I demanded, my own orgasm incredibly close from my Mom’s furious ride. I was still whispering, so even though my Mom’s imminent orgasm probably wasn’t a secret any more, at least our blood ties remained privileged information.


    She began to scream and I didn’t even bother to cover her mouth as her orgasm quaked through her and almost simultaneously my cum exploded inside her. She didn’t slow down, my cum filling her cunt, creating crosscurrents as her juice leaked out around me. A minuteter she climbed off me and said, “Shit, I should have worn panties, I’m leaking like crazy!”


    Iughed, as I saw the mix of her juice and my cum slithering down her leg.


    “Get out of here before the police arrive, you dirty boy, you,” she teased.


    I returned to Costume Corner where an older woman, a saledy, red at me because of what we’d just done, although she had no idea that incest had just urred in her store. I avoided eye contact and looked around for another outfit.


    Mom returned a momentter, the Red outfit in hand, and said to the older woman, ignoring her usatory eyes, “I think we will take this one, the Catwoman and Batman and one more.”


    “Which one?” I asked, curiously.


    “That is for me to know and you to find out when I’m ready to surprise you,” she teased. “Go to the car so I can fetch it and pay for all this.”


    I obeyed and waited in the car, bubbling with anticipation toplete the promised Trifecta. Come in mouth:Check.Come in cunt:Check.One more to go!


    Mom got in and I drove us home. She said, “I can’t stop leaking.”


    I shrugged, “I can’t believe we fucked in a sex shop.”


    “I can’t believe all those nasty things you called me,” she countered.


    I quickly apologized, “Sorry Mom, I….”


    She pped my knee. “Oh Curtis, you’re still as gullible as you were when you were young! When I’m revved up like that Iwantto be treated like a slut, it gets me off like nothing else. I can’t exin it, but it’s true. When you called me a live-at-home Mommy cum bucket it goosed me right over the top! And now I’m leaking like a sieve.”


    We pulled into the driveway and Mom smiled. “Think you can get it up one more time, son?”


    “Oh Mom, I can go and go and go. I’m the Energizer fuck-bunny,” I quipped.


    “Let’s go see if you can back those words up, stud.” She smiled in anticipation, getting out of the car.


    Once in the house, she took her bag of goodies with her and said, “I’m going to shower and get into costume. Why don’t you go shower too, then pour me some wine?”


    I did as suggested, taking a long hot shower, my cock neverpletely shrinking, the curiosity of what Mom had bought for tonight and the thought of fucking Mom’s ass constantly spinning through my head.


    In my room, I got dressed again and noticed Miranda had texted me. I clicked on it.


    Miranda: Have u banged ur Mommy’s ass yet? Here is something for you to think about for our time together tomorrow. When I let you bang mine.


    I gasped. It was a picture of Miranda bent over holding her cheeks open and her enticing rosebud staring at me, begging to be fucked.


    My cock was again in missile mode and I adjusted myself before heading to the kitchen to pour us some wine and put together a te of appetizers.


    I’d finished almost a full ss of wine when my Mom called down the stairs, “Are there any Jedis down there?”


    Being the ultimate Star Wars geek, I was curious and wasn’t disappointed when I turned the hallway corner and looked up to find Mom dressed exactly like Princess Leia, hair and all. In her hand was one of my collectible lightsabers. She slinked seductively down the stairs and quipped, “Well, you won’t have to be using your hands solo tonight, Jedi.”