Halloween Tale

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There was a line at the bathroom downstairs, but Jason knew that there was a master bathroom upstairs. He was sure that the Wilsons wouldn't mind if he used it. He stumbled up the stairs, almost falling several times because the mask was obstructing his vision. He finally found the bathroom and walked in. Jason fished out his penis through the flap in the front and started to relieve himself. He looked at the full body mirror in front of him and inspected his costume. There was no way anyone could tell who he was.

Jason swayed a little as he peed and decided that he should have another margarita. He finished up in the bathroom and opened the door to walk out.

"There you are," said his mom and gently pushed him back in. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Jason looked at her confused. Why did his mother push him back into the bathroom? And why was she in here now?

"You naughty boy. I know why you wore that costume," she said, advancing on him with a strange twinkle in her eyes.

Jason panicked and began to think that maybe his mother knew that he borrowed his dad's costume. Maybe she was mad at him for fooling her into letting him drink tonight. Yet, she didn't look mad... she looked playful -- her lips twisting into a strange smile, accentuated by the red lipstick.

She approached him and leaned in closer to his face. "Just like last year," she whispered.

Jason was still trying to figure out what all of this meant, when he suddenly felt a hand touch him below the waist. Before he could even gasp, the hand expertly dove into the front flap and grabbed his penis. Quick realization sent a shiver down his spine. Any dizziness he felt from the margaritas was gone.

"Mom no!" he exclaimed, but only incoherent sounds came from behind his mask.

"What's that? Oh, you like this?" asked Jason's mother seductively.

Jason was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything to do. His arms felt paralyzed as they hung limp at his sides. His mom's hand was now rapidly stroking his cock back and forth. It only took but a moment, before he was fully hard. With a firm shove, his mother pressed him against the wall and dropped to her knees. Jason's mind was in paralysis as he dumbly stared at the reflection in the mirror. In the mirror he saw the back of a French maid's head as she knelt before him. Was this really happening?

Jason felt something he'd always imagined and couldn't wait to experience. He felt his penis slip into a warm, slippery mouth. He watched in the mirror as the head of the French maid began bobbing back and forth. In the quietness of the bathroom, he heard distinct slurping noises emanating from below.

"Oh, no! Oh, this can't be happening," thought Jason as his breath quickened. He felt terrified at the fact that he was enjoying this. Everything seemed to be happening so fast that he felt absolutely helpless. He knew that it was too late to try and stop his mom -- she would kill him if she found out he didn't say something right away. What other options were there? Maybe his mother will never find out that she was giving her own son head.

Jason couldn't think -- her mouth felt so good, so tight around his cock. The soft sucking sounds filled the air around him. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. Receiving a blowjob was the best feeling he could imagine and, at this moment, it didn't bother him who was giving it.

Seconds later, Jason felt his balls tighten and his cock flex to the max. He was so dazed and horny that he didn't realize that he was about to blow. He leaned against the wall and thrust his hips forward.

A quiet groan emanated from behind the mask and the teddy bear jerked several times. Big loads of semen began erupting from the tip of his cock. There was so much semen... too much... it overfilled the mouth and spilled out past the lips.

When Jason came to it, he looked in the mirror. He saw the French maid still kneeling before him. He could feel her warm mouth still wrapped around his cock. Her head wasn't moving anymore, but she seemed to be sucking gently on his tip. With a loud slurping sound, her mouth released his cock.

"Whoa!" someone said from down below. "So much cum, honey!" It sounded like someone was speaking with a full mouth. "I don't know if I can swallow all of this." Then suddenly, Jason's mom was standing before him. She looked straight at him and Jason was scared shitless that she would recognize him. Instead, she swallowed and then swallowed again.

"Whew. That was, what I call, a mouthful," said Jason's mom and drew a deep breath. "It tastes good today too. Probably your new diet." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the lipstick, then turned around and walked to the sink, slightly stumbling.

Jason didn't dare to move as he watched his mom turn on the faucet and wash her hands. He saw himself in the mirror, still wearing the costume, pressed against the wall. His still stiff cock was sticking out of the flap and glistening with sperm. His eyes turned to his mom who was slightly bent over, wearing black high heels with nylon stockings. He legs were two smooth pillars that disappeared under the costume's skirt. The skirt was short and came right up to her butt cheeks.

Jason's post-orgasmic mind was still hazy and he found it difficult to concentrate on his thoughts. It all felt like a dream, but he knew this would not be good for him if his mom found out who this teddy bear really was. He glanced towards the door of the bathroom and calculated his chances of escaping if he bolted for it right now. He was about to go for it, but his mother turned back around, getting in the way of the door. She looked at him with that same wicked smile, as she wiped her hands on her little white apron.

"That was hot," she said. Her eyes were on his crotch. "Oh my! I see you are ready for more, naughty boy."

Jason bit down on his bottom lip, trying to decide what he should do. Any ideas he might have had scattered suddenly, when his mom grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled roughly down. Her heavy, olive colored tits spilled freely out.

"Are you ready for some of this?" she asked him with a slight slur in her speech. She brought her hands under the skirt and quickly pulled down her panties. Jason noticed that they were black and lacy. He pressed his back harder into the wall, like he was trying to go through it. He certainly did not expect his mom to whip out her breasts and take off her panties.

"What is she thinking?" thought Jason as his eyes were strangely drawn to her big tits.

His mom took a few steps towards him, throwing her hips side to side with each step. Her tits swayed along with her movements. When she got close, Jason tore his eyes away from her breasts and dared a look at her face. She seemed to be staring down at his cock.

"Oh god," whispered Jason when he finally realized what his own mother was thinking.

She came up to him within inches and traced a finger along the length of his slimy penis. He saw in the mirror that a long string of sperm was hanging off of the tip. Deftly, like a dancer, his mom turned around and scooted her hips right up to him. Bending slightly forward she prepared herself for his cock.

"I'll be quiet", she whispered.

Jason's knees were bent, when he buckled during the orgasm. He felt his mom's hand grab his cock and pull down at it. Jason had no choice but to obey, so he squatted down further. His mom was wearing high heel shoes and the positioning was perfect.

Jason held his breath and waited, somewhat oblivious to the fact that he was about to lose his virginity to his own mother. As he stared at this scene in the mirror, he saw his mom press herself back into him. The next moment, he felt something warm and wet engulf the tip of his member.

His cock slowly sank into the French maid's pussy. It felt tighter than her mouth, and seemed to be getting warmer. She moved her hips away then back into him; the soft, smooth walls of her vagina caressing his shaft.

Jason regretted having the mask on -- it didn't allow him to look down, to watch his cock penetrating its first victim. Certainly, he couldn't remove the mask, as that would be the end of him. He put aside such thoughts.

In the mirror, the French maid began rocking back and forth. She was bent over slightly and her hair fell to block her face. Jason was glad for that -- he didn't want to see his mom's sex grimace -- that would have made this more awkward. The maid's tits were drooping over the front of her shirt and they were jiggling rhythmically. He watched her hard nipples bounce around.

The French maid began rocking herself faster and he could hear her breathing quicken. She placed her hands on her thighs, for support, and bent down further at the waist. She was driving her hips hard back towards him, making a dull slapping sound every time her ass slammed into him.

She let out a loud moan, then raised her upper body slightly and lifted her head. Jason cringed when he saw his mother's face but continued looking, trying to concentrate on her tits. He couldn't help but notice his mom lick her lips. Her cheap, red lipstick was now smeared all around her mouth. She bit her lip and let out another moan.

"Oh, baby. This is amazing. I'm so hot," whispered his mother. "Oh yeah, faster, faster," she spoke as she worked herself on his cock. "Yes! That's it, baby. You're going to make me cum!" she squealed.

Her voice sounded all too familiar to Jason and he wished she stayed quiet. He wished that for two reasons. One was that it made it plain to him that he was having sex with no one other than his mom. Two was that it was strangely arousing to him.

"Yes! I'm cumming! Yes, there it is!" wailed his mom.

As if on cue, Jason felt that he was cumming too. His whole body felt so good that he couldn't think about anything else except spilling his seed into this pussy. His hands reached forward and grabbed his mother by the hips. For a split second, he wondered at how small she felt bending over like this in front of him. Then he shoved his hips forward meeting an oncoming thrust from her hips. His cock dove as deep as it could. He heard her give a sudden yelp but his hands held her firm. His cock spewed, what felt like, the largest load of jizz, deep into her.

He held her close until his cock finished pumping her full of cum. Slowly, his hands relaxed as his trembling body sank back against the wall. Nothing mattered to him at this moment and he simply enjoyed the aftereffect of his first sex.

"Wow! That was something," his mom said as a matter of fact. She was leaning against him -- with a flushed face and out of breath.

"What's going on in there? Is someone in there?" There was a sudden voice from outside the door. It sounded just like the voice of Mr. Wilson.

"Yes. Yes. It's me, Kelly. I'm just using the bathroom," replied Jason's mom. Her face twisted in panic and alarm for a moment. Her body tightened and Jason realized that his cock was still inside of her, as her pussy tensed around it.

"Oh, okay. Sorry, didn't mean to bother you Kelly," replied Mr. Wilson. "Don't rush. Take your time."

Relieved, Jason's mom exhaled and her face relaxed back into a drunken smirk. She pitched forward and his cock sprang out of her pussy. Jason was surprised that he was still hard. His cock felt sensitive, but it didn't seem to have any intentions of softening.

"We better hurry up and get out of here," said his mom. "Thanks for that, babe." Without bothering to clean up, she walked over to her panties and bent down to pick them up. Jason turned his head and looked at her. She tried to put her feet through the right openings in her panties. Her ass wiggled his way and that. Jason finally saw what had just finished fucking him. He agreed right away that it was the most beautiful pussy he's ever seen; and he's seen quite a few in the porn videos. His mom's pussy was smooth, shaven, with dark red, almost brown, lips that spread apart. He watched his own spunk drain out of that pussy, slowly dripping to the floor. He was enchanted as he stared at his mother's flower.

Finally, she worked her panties back onto her hips and straightened out. She smoothed the front of her skirt and turned to the mirror. She adjusted her hair and half-heartedly attempted to fix her lipstick. Beads of sweat shined on her forehead. She looked down at her tits and seemed surprised that they were hanging out like that. Shrugging, she said: "Can't have these bad boys running around like this," and tucked them away one by one. She gave a final adjustment to her costume and seemed satisfied with her looks. She turned to look at the teddy bear.

His mom's eyes were half open and looked hazy. Her lipstick was still smeared on her top lip. Her hair looked tangled on one side of her head. One of her beasts looked like it was about to pop back out. But she smiled happily and headed for the door.

"I'll see you out there," she said when she opened the bathroom door. She stumbled and almost fell, but managed to keep her footing. She threw one last glance back at teddy bear and frowned when she caught sight of his cock. It was still erect. Shrugging she opened the door and left.

***

Jason allowed himself to assess the situation for the first time. His mother just gave him a blowjob then had vigorous sex with him thinking that he was her husband. It was only a matter of time before she would find out that Jason's father hadn't even made it to the party yet. Now that he wasn't under the influence of the hormones, Jason felt a feeling of fear and disgust grip tight at his chest. He figured he was as good as dead.

The loud sounds of the party drifting through the open bathroom door, snapped Jason to action. He had to get out of here as fast and as discreet as possible. Forcing his stiff cock back into the flap, he ran out of the bathroom like a madman. Without stopping for a second, he bolted down the stairs and through the front door. He ran as fast as he could down the street. He almost tripped and fell several times, but still he kept his costume on.

Jason ran through crowds of laughing children all dressed up in costumes. It seemed like they were all laughing at him; like they all knew what he just did.

"You fucked your own mom! You fucked your own mom!" rang imaginary shouts in his ears.

Jason needed to be alone and he knew just the place. He ran towards the creek that ran through a large park in his neighborhood. He knew that he wouldn't be bothered by anyone there at this time of night.

Once at the creek, Jason took off the teddy bear mask. Breathing heavily, he whipped the sweat from his face. He sat down on the nearest rock he could find and tried to think about his situation.

"What a disaster," he thought. "I can't believe mom would do such a thing, even if she thought I was dad. I should have told her it was me right away. I should have said something. What a stupid idea! Why did I pretend to be dad?"

As Jason sat next to the creek and thought fruitlessly about what he should do, he realized that it was getting cold. The teddy bear suit was indeed too hot for the party, but not warm enough to be outside for a prolonged time. He didn't want to go home. He thought about going to his only friend's house, but remembered that he was out of town.

Jason had no place to go other than home.

He stood up and felt his limps stiff from cold. Glancing around, he put the mask back on his head and headed towards his house. Maybe he could lock himself in his room and never come out again.

Back at the party, Jason's mom was feeling very drunk. Mrs. Wilson gave her another margarita, but she hardly touched it. Kelly felt tired, dizzy and nauseous.

"Well, hello there!" she heard someone say behind her. She turned around and saw a man in a knight's armor standing there. The armor seemed real and was very bright.

"Who are you?" she asked, frowning at the stranger.

"I'm your knight in shining armor," he relpied.

Kelly gave him an indifferent look and turned back around.

The man tapped her on the shoulder and lifted his helmet's visor. "It's me, honey. Steve! What's wrong with you?"

"Did you go change?" Kelly asked, looking confused.

"What? No. I just got here. What are you talking about?"

"The teddy bear," said Kelly slowly, too drunk to think clearly.

"Oh, that." Steve laughed. "I let Jason borrow that. Isn't he here?"

"Jason?" asked Kelly slowly. Before the thoughts could form in her head, she felt her stomach begin to heave. On instinct, she headed straight for the kitchen sink, shoving people out of her way. She got there just in time as she released all of the contents of her stomach back out though her mouth. Another spasm of her stomach and another heave, and Kelly retched again.

"Hun, are you okay?" Steve asked with concern in his voice.

She felt his armored hand on her shoulder.

"What's going on?" asked Mrs. Wilson who made her way through the crowd of guests.

"Kelly's sick," said the knight.

"Is that you, Steve? Did you go change your costume?" asked Mrs. Wilson.

"No. That was Jason wearing my last year's one."

"Oh, my!" laughed Mrs. Wilson. "He certainly had me fooled, that little rascal. Are you okay, Kelly?"

There was no reply. Mrs. Wilson glanced at Steve and added quietly: "Too many margaritas."

Kelly stood bent over the sink waiting for her stomach to settle. The nauseating feeling was slowly passing. Her head was spinning and she could barely keep her eyes open. She looked at what she just spewed into the sink and she was able to distinguish sperm amongst other stuff. Without thinking any further about it, she turned on the faucet and watched as it was all washed down the drain.

"It's a good thing the sink has a built-in food disposal," said Mrs. Wilson giggling. "Did you have some milk or something?" she asked glancing over Kelly's shoulder.

Kelly pushed herself away from the sink and tried to stand. She pitched to the side and felt someone catch her. She realized that she was being led to the couch and was glad to lie down. Within moments, she was asleep.

"She can stay the night here," offered Mrs. Wilson.

"Thanks Mary, but I'll bring the car around and take her home. I think she would appreciate the feel of her own bed in the morning."

"Okay. I'll watch over her, while you go get the car."

The next morning Kelly woke up with a pounding headache. Her head felt like it was full of nails and twice its size. She felt a terrible urge to go to the bathroom. As she stumbled out of bed she noticed that she was still wearing her costume. In the bathroom, she struggled out of her panties and kicked them aside. She sat down to pee. All she could think about was Tylenol and a glass of water. She shifted her eyes and looked at her bunched up panties. As the pee poured out of her, she noticed the white, dried up stain on the black fabric. That's when the memories of the night before flooded her mind. She remained sitting on the toilet long after she was done and thought about the night before.

Strangely enough, Kelly didn't remember much of the night, except what happened in the bathroom. She remembered giving a blowjob to someone in the teddy bear costume. She remembered having sex with him. She remembered that the sex was good -- she even had an orgasm. She hardly ever had orgasms through intercourse. Then she remembered Steve, shining in his knight's costume. She remembered what he told her. About the teddy bear costume. Kelly felt nauseous again.

Jason sat on his bed and stared down at the floor. It was a school day and he was already dressed. He didn't want to walk out of his room, but he knew someone would come get him soon enough; someone to take him to school or someone to kill him. Either way, he hoped it would be his sister.

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