My parents had Halloween parties as far back as I can remember. Every year, the party got bigger and wilder and the costumes got flashier and more expensive until it was nearly a carnival atmosphere at our house. When I really started noticing the parties, was when I was becoming sexually aware. I noticed so many women dressed as hookers or in thin, sexy clothes, or their costumes fit them rather provocatively.
My mother, with her fairly larger breasts always seemed to be popping out of her costume. My father always liked to dress as Robin Hood or Don Juan, romantic figures in tights. The two of them were quite the pair and they were admired by all the guests at the party.
When I was nineteen, I didn’t attend the start of the Halloween party. Friends of mine were having a party across town and I had gone over there. The party was okay, except my girlfriend and I got in an argument and she left pissed off and I had to walk home.
Our house was at the edge of town on two and a half acres of land that had belonged in my father’s family since they farmed a great section of land to the south. My father had sold off the farm land with his brothers when I was kid. The house was huge with a sprawling front yard and a three and a half car garage with an apartment over the top where I had moved to when I graduated high school. The back yard had a small maze of hedges and a tool shed the size of a normal 2 car garage.
I came home about midnight as several guests were leaving. My father had a woman pinned inside the front door, his mouth pressed to her ear. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like she was trying to stroke him through his Doctors scrubs. I recognized her as Mrs. Waverly, the wife of the president of the bank. They moved out of the light along the side of the house. I could make out my father’s hand pulling up her flapper skirt. I moved on just as he raised her legs up.
The hot tub on the side of the house was jam packed with guests. I saw my mom’s friend, Dorothy, making out with a strange woman dressed in a Sarong. Dorothy was kind of the local slut, I had seen her giving head to one of dad’s friends the previous year. It seemed that every year after the party, mom and dad would discuss Dorothy’s adventures.
No one seemed to notice me as I moved through the yard and around the to back of the house. I didn’t see my mother anywhere. She was probably in the basement playing pool or doing dishes in the kitchen. I made my way around the hedges and went up the back steps to the apartment atop the garage. I had grabbed a couple of beers from the ice bucket by the back deck and thought I’d sit up on the ledge of the garage and watch the fun and frolicking.
The ledge faced south and looked over the hedges. The moon was nearly full and cast its light down upon the party. I opened the beer and thought about the argument with my girlfriend. It had been quite stupid and why we got so upset, I couldn’t understand. I thought I would call her once I finished the beer and had time to relax.
I heard a noise down below me, a moan, that stirred me from my thoughts about Amy. Peering over the edge of the roof, I saw my mother leaning back against the tool shed, her face pointed toward the sky, mouth open in ecstacy. She was wearing a big, hoop skirt as I think she was supposed to be Scarlet O’Hara or something. Looking down, I could see the soles of small shoes facing toward me from under the dress. I realized that someone was under my mother’s dress, pleasing her.
I quickly downed the rest of the beer and quietly made my way down the back steps into the hedges next to the tool shed. I quietly maneuvered myself into a spot about eight feet away from my mother where I could see her breasts heaving up and down with each heavy breath. Suddenly, she clamped her mouth shut as her face tightened. She moaned through clenched teeth, “Oh, oh, oh! Yes. Yes.” as she came.
As she leaned heavily back on the shed, trying to catch her breath, the person under her dress crawled out. She was dressed in a hooker’s outfit with a short skirt and a red top that came off her shoulders; it was my old high school teacher, Grace Styles. She climbed up to my mother and kissed her full on the mouth.
“Whew.” Grace said as she pulled back with both her hands still resting on my mother’s breasts. “My face is covered in your juices.”
My mother, pulled her closer and licked at her face playfully. Grace cooed and the licking turned into manic kissing and groping. Grace pulled back again trying to catch her breath. “Holy shit, Sylvia.”
“Too hot for you?” My mother replied cooly.
“First you rub my clit to orgasm in record time then you push me down under your dress and nearly drown me with your orgasm.” Grace laughed. “I need a drink. My date will never understand why my face smells like a pussy.”
“Do you have a cigarette?” My mother only smoked when she was drinking.
“Where’s Will?” Grace found her purse on the ground and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Aren’t you afraid he’ll catch us?”
“He hasn’t yet.” My mother took a cigarette from the pack and placed it between her lips. “Besides, he was chasing Alice Waverly.”
“God, Sylvia, you are something. Everyone knows he’s been banging everything within fifty miles of here and you don’t do anything about it.”
“What about you and me? Isn’t that something?” My mom’s words shocked me. Never in my life had I ever imagined her having a lesbian affair. My cock was swollen in my jeans and I was pretty sure I would be jerking off as soon as I got inside the door of my apartment thinking about my mother and Grace.
“What?” Grace replied taking a cigarette for herself and digging in her purse for a lighter. “We meet every couple of weeks — we make out, play around and I eat your pussy. That’s not exactly revenge on your husband.”
“It’s something.” My mother replied. “Look, we have a — an understanding. It’s unsaid, but it’s there. As soon as Jason finishes college, Will is going to move up to the city and we’ll get a divorce.”
Grace lit her own cigarette then held the lighter for my mom. “How come you never go down on me?”
My mother blew a stream of smoke over her head. “You need to trim that bush of yours.” She laughed, then said, “Maybe next time.”
“I don’t mind.” Grace replied. “You get me off with your fingers and the toys, but, I would like to see that lovely face between my legs sometime.”
My mother looked at Grace then reached out and pulled her to her. She kissed her hard on the mouth, crushing Grace’s body to hers. “I should treat you better, Gracie. You’ve been keeping me sane these last few years. Well, you and Jason.”
“It works both ways, Sylvia.” Grace kissed her on the chin. “Having your around keeps me from jumping into another bad relationship.”
My mother went to kiss Grace again, but someone was pushing through the hedges about twenty feet away. They stepped further apart from one another and sucked on their cigarettes as Dahlia Morris stepped around the tool shed looking flustered. Her witches costume was askew and her hat was crushed.
“Fucking men.” Dahlia was drunk.
Sylvia took Dahlia by the arm. “What is it, dear?”
“Some guy tried to rape me while I was looking for a quiet place to pee.”
“What?!” Grace exclaimed.
“Oh, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Dahlia slurred her words. “I think it was Henry. He grabbed me from behind and had his dick out. Henry has a big dick.”
Henry was her ex-husband who had made no bones about the fact that his former wife was the best lay he’d ever had. He would tell anyone who would listen that he never should have divorced her for having an affair. Apparently, they still met once a month for a heated fuck sessions three years after their divorce.
My mother took Dahlia by the arm and guided her back toward the house. Grace stood by the shed for a moment, enjoying her cigarette and staring at the sky. When she finished her cigarette she checked her costume and pulled a compact from her purse. She attempted to fix her make up in the moon light. She sighed. “God, Sylvia, you could make me forget about men all together.” She put her compact away and walked toward the house.
I went quickly back up to the apartment over the garage. My cock was trying to rip through my jeans as I got inside. Like most young men, I had admired my mother when I was younger. She had amazing tits that just riveted my attention. On top of that she was exceptionally attractive, with big, dark eyes and nice, full lips. She used to have larger hips, but in the past few years she had started working out and now she hardly had any hips. My dad often commented that now she looked like a stick with tits.
All through high school I had compared my girlfriends to my mother — and all of them failed miserably. When I had my first real sexual encounter — when my girlfriend gave me head in the front seat of my father’s car — I imagined it was my mother’s mouth on my cock, not my girlfriends. When I first got laid, it was my mother’s face I saw beneath me. It took me awhile to not think about her sexually, but as I progressed through high school and had more sexual experiences, I found it easier to do.
Inside the apartment I tugged off my shirt and started toward the bed when I heard a small voice, “Jason.” It was Amy. She was seated in the chair behind me, I never saw her when I came in.
I turned to her as she rose from the chair, her straight blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight. She fell into me hard and started to sob. “I’m sorry about the fight.”
I pulled back and lifted her face to mine and kissed her passionately. I was so horny I couldn’t even speak. Amy responded quickly, happy that I wasn’t still mad. I pulled her to the bed and nearly tore her clothes from her body. Amy’s body was thin, but she had long, sexy legs and small, firm breasts.
We didn’t talk. I pulled down my jeans and pushed her panties aside, thrusting myself into her. She groaned loudly and clenched me tight. “I’m sorry. I love you, Jason. I don’t want to fight with you. I’ll do anything for you.” She sighed as I pumped away at her pussy.
I couldn’t talk. All I was seeing was Sylvia kissing Grace and talking about eating pussy. I kissed Amy ferociously, but it wasn’t her I was kissing, it was my mom. It wasn’t Amy I was fucking, in my mind, it was my own mother.
I pulled out and came on Amy’s chest. One stream lapped over her face and another hit her chin. When I finished unloading on her, I collapsed next to her. Amy was panting.
“Is that make up sex?” She finally asked.
“I think so.”
“Wow. We need to argue more often.” She laughed.
A moment later she was off the bed in the bathroom cleaning the cum off of her body and face. She came back to bed and, took off her panties and laid down next to me, cuddling softly. Feeling her naked body next to me, I started to get aroused again. Amy kissed me and started stroking me.
“I want you, Jason.” She said quietly.
“You know how to get me ready.” I smiled at her.
Amy smiled back and then kissed me down my torso to my cock. She knew that sucking on my cock would have me fully hard again in an instant. While she didn’t like for me to cum in her mouth, she did like sucking my cock. I was okay with that, but sometimes when we were drunk, I’d make her swallow my cum. Tonight though, I just wanted to fuck.
I started pushing my cock into her mouth as I grew in size. Amy moaned and turned her hips toward my face. I let her straddle my face then I started licking her pussy as she sucked on me. She was very wet and I made her cum in short order. After she came, there would be no stopping her. She sat on my cock and rode me hard. Finally, I flipped her to her back and fucked her as hard as I could. When I came, I pulled out and she stroked me, spilling pools of cum onto her stomach and chest. I collapsed next her again as I heard my mom outside saying goodbye to some of the guests. “Come again! Can’t wait ’till next year. You better come again.” I had to laugh.
The next year when the Halloween party came around, I was a year older, a year wiser and much more experienced. I had grown distant from my father and closer to my mother. Knowing that he had started having affairs shortly after they were married, put a knot in my thoughts toward him.
Meanwhile, my mother continued her affair with Grace. Twice I had heard them in my mother’s bedroom in the throes of passion. Once, I had nearly walked in on them when my mother was using a large dildo on Grace’s pussy. I was able to watch as they finished and watch my mother suck Grace’s pussy juices off of the dildo and deep throat it. Afterwords, my mother talked at length about how she used to love to suck cock until she learned of her husband’s infidelities.
I used my closer relationship with my mother to give her plenty of hugs and talk about how I would help her no matter what happened in the future. I worked to forge a close bond with her and provide her with a shoulder to lean in in my father’s absence. I was rewarded with a new found comfort with my mother. She always hugged me and some nights she would come up to the apartment over the garage and sit on the bed with me while we watched a movie. I didn’t make any overt sexual moves toward her, I didn’t think that comfort zone was there, yet.
The Halloween party was bigger than any of the previous ones I remembered. My girlfriend, Amy had gone to a friend’s wedding out of state and couldn’t attend. I thought that I could use my single time to my advantage at the party.
The party progressed as usual. Lots of drinking, lots of laughter, the costumes weren’t all as wild as previous years, but they were pretty good. Dad dressed as King Henry VIII and mom dressed as a 1930’s gangster, with a double breasted suit and only a black bra on underneath. As usual, the bra was a push-up bra and mom’s ample breasts pushed out of the bra and the suit. Grace dressed as a 1960’s hippie with bell-bottom jeans and a halter top. I joined the party in costume this year, unbeknown to anyone, as Zorro.
A little after eleven, the party started getting wild. Dahlia jumped naked into the hot tub and was immediately followed by her ex, Henry and several other men. In a matter of minutes she was sucking her husband’s cock while another guy fucked her from behind and another guy sucked on her tit. That seemed to be the signal for people to go nuts.
My dad took off with a red head I didn’t recognize and later I saw her and dad in the tool shed. My mother remained a courteous host and didn’t let all the new action distract her from her duties. I was coming up from the basement when I saw Jared Keith a friend of my dad’s pin, my mom against the refrigerator and kiss her neck. His hands worked hard over her breasts.
Mom kept trying to quietly push him away. He kept saying, “Sylvia, let me at those great tits. Let me just have a little fun.”
My mom finally said, “Your fun isn’t my idea of fun.” And pushed him away.
Jared staggered back. “Come on, Sylvia. You’ll enjoy it.”
“You’ll enjoy it — I’ll regret it.” She said.
She turned and quickly walked away from him before he could move again. Outside, my mom made herself a drink at the bar on the deck and then sat down and lit a cigarette. I had trailed behind her, but did not bother her. I just watched, waiting for her and Grace to have their fun together.
Much to my surprise a guy walked up to her and asked her for a cigarette. I recognized him as a guy from my college. I didn’t know him, but I had seen him on campus often enough. My mom dug a cigarette out of her suit coat and handed it to him.
“Helluva party.” He said as she lit the cigarette for him.
“Everyone’s having fun.”
“It’s turning into a good old fashioned Roman orgy.”
She studied him. “You like it?”
“Love it.” He stretched showing her the bulge in his pants.
“I’m a friend of the Harper’s.” He held forth his hand. “Steve.”
She shook his hand. “Sylvia.”
After a moment of silence, Steve leaned closer, “How come you’re not indulging?”
“Haven’t found anything worth indulging in.” She took a big drink. “Besides, it’s not all about the orgy.”
He reached out and cupped her face in his hand. He stared at her for a long time then leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. My mom didn’t fight the kiss. He pulled back after a moment. “Is there somewhere you and I could get better acquainted?”
She took a drag on her cigarette and studied him carefully. “I’m old enough to be your mother.”
He laughed, “Incest is best. If I was your son, I’d want to do you.”
Sylvia leaned back on the steps. “I didn’t say I was your mother.”
“Just a joke.” He laughed nervously, “I’m just trying to tell you — you’re smoking hot.”
“And when we’re done?”
“What do you mean?” He shrugged. “We do the wild thing, have some fun, and we go our separate ways.”
“What about my husband?”
“Where is he? Probably doing some other babe.”
Sylvia stood up and dropped her cigarette. On the step her chest was even with Steve’s face. “When we’re done, what if I want more? What if I want a relationship? What if I need something more than mouthful of cum and an apology?”
He reached around her and pulled her to him. His chin went into her cleavage. “It’s a party. Let’s party.”
Sylvia wiggled her tits a little and then pushed him away. “Sorry, Steve. I can get a quick fuck anywhere. I want more.”
“I can give you more.”
She turned up the steps, “No, you can’t.” She went past me in my Zorro costume, gulping her drink down as she went into the house. I turned and stayed a couple yards behind her as she made her way through the party, up the stairs and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her with a slam behind her.
I turned and went back outside and after a moment realized that I might be able to see her from the balcony outside her room. I climbed up a tree — not easy to do in a cape and boots — and got onto the roof of my parents house with no problem. Over the top, I came down on the upstairs deck then out onto the ledge that went around to the balcony outside of my mom’s room.
One corner of her balcony is obscured by a tall pine tree, it made it difficult to be quiet, but also gave me great cover from below where the hot tub, fuck fest on Dahlia was still going on. That also meant no one was looking up at the house. When I got onto the balcony, I peered through the french doors. There was Sylvia, with her suit coat unbuttoned sitting on the edge of her bed with a bottle of prescription pills in her hand.
Immediately, I was concerned — in the last few weeks leading up to the party, she had seemed depressed and I knew that she had several prescription drugs for depression. I wanted to step inside, but thought I’d wait to see what happened. I didn’t know if she had taken any pills or was just contemplating it.
After a moment she set the pill bottle down and reached over and opened the top drawer of her nightstand. She dug around briefly, then produced the same large rubber dildo I had seen her using on Grace a few months back. She held it in her hand staring at it. After a minute she stroked it with her left hand, very gently. She seemed to be debating about what she held in her hands. Her left hand stopped just under the head of the dildo and squeezed lightly.
“I could hold you off from coming.” She said with a slight grin on her face. “I could just grip you at the right time and hold you there and watch that look of incredible want in your eyes.” She stroked the dildo again, her hand moving up and down the shaft while her right hand held the fake penis steady. “Maybe I should go find him. Find him and let him fuck me.” She dropped the dildo on the bed beside her. Her right hand went down to her crotch and began to rub. “Three years? Four years? I don’t even know how long it’s been since I had a real dick. He wants me. He’s young, handsome, probably hung like a horse.” She appeared to be discussing Steve who had approached her on the back deck.
While I liked what she was saying about needing a cock, I didn’t want Steve to be the guy that would get her. She swayed a little on the bed, threw her head back as her hand pushed harder against her crotch.
“He’d probably cum to quick.” She laughed, drunkenly. “I’d be left, coming back for this.” She lifted the dildo again with her left hand. She swayed some more and I realized that whatever she had taken was making her sleepy. Her eyes fluttered as she looked at the dildo again. “I’m gonna shove you so far up inside me I’ll feel you in my throat.” She said to the dildo, then laughed.
After a moment she tried to stand, but the heels she was wearing, mixed with the drugs and alcohol made that difficult to do. She fell back on the bed with a sigh. Her legs were spread before me, just ten feet away. I could see her breasts standing up high above her body as she lie on the bed. Another minute passed and I saw her pants move over her crotch. I realized that she had her hand down her pants and was pleasing herself.
My cock got instantly hard. Another minute passed then Sylvia sat up on the bed again and pulled her hand from her pants. Her middle finger was wet. She put the finger in her mouth and sucked off the juices. She laughed again, then looked at the dildo in her left hand, kicked off her heels and stood up from the bed. Feeling unsteady, she quickly wriggled out of the slacks she was wearing then steadied herself on the bed foot rail. She saw her reflection in the full length mirror and stopped.
“Nice tits you got, Sylvia.” She said to her reflection. “Nice hair, nice eyes, nice blow job lips.” She laughed and lifted the dildo up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and licked the head of the dildo. “Isn’t that what he used to like? Me on my knees, looking up at him, my mouth full of cock.” She opened her mouth and slid the dildo between her lips as she watched herself in the mirror. She pushed the rubber penis in and out of her mouth several times making it wet with her saliva. She pulled the penis out, a strand of spit hung from her lip to the head. She smiled at her reflection. “Pretty damn, sexy.”
Sylvia staggered over to her make up mirror and sat down before it. She picked up a tube of lipstick and applied a heavy coat to her lips. Then she checked her eyes and tried apply some extra eye shadow. She rubbed a little of the lipstick on her cheeks and smeared it. “Have to have some color.” She laughed then picked up the dildo again and placed the head against her lips. “I bet I could make him cum just from holding his cock in front of my face.”
The make up table was on the opposite side of the bed so it made it difficult for me to see everything without giving away my hiding place. I wanted desperately to sneak into the room, throw the dildo aside and feed her my throbbing cock, but it just didn’t seem right. Besides, I was curious to see what she would do next.
After applying more lipstick, Sylvia stood up and went back to the full length mirror. She leaned against the wall and pushed down her thin, black panties. Using one hand to support herself, and the other on the dildo, she watched as she inserted the rubber dick into her mouth. This time she worked on it good, slobbering on it so it was very wet. She pulled the dildo from her mouth, spread her legs and began rubbing it on her clit. A moment later she positioned the dildo under herself and inserted it inside her wet pussy. Sylvia nearly fell into the mirror when the dildo went deep inside her.
Now, my cock was practically ripping through the zipper of my black jeans. I thought that with the cover of the tree, I could easily whip my cock out and stroke off right there, but I was afraid of making any noise. I held on, biting my lip.
Sylvia worked the dildo in and out of her pussy several times before pulling it out and rubbing it on her clit again. After watching herself for a few minutes in the mirror she staggered back to the bed with the dripping wet dildo in hand. She fell on the bed with a sigh. “I want a real cock. Big, small, thin, fat, I don’t care.” She rolled to her back and held the dildo over her face. “I need to get fucked, and that kid is probably my best chance.” Her words were slurring bad now.
She rose up from the bed and dropped the dildo on the floor. She adjusted her tits inside her bra and tugged on the lapels of the suit coat. She stood up with wobbly legs and checked herself in the mirror. “Who wouldn’t want to fuck me.” She slurred and ran a rough hand through her hair. Without picking up her panties or stopping to put on her slacks she headed for the bedroom door.
I couldn’t let her go out the door. She’d be gang-banged just like Dahlia had been before she even got through the living room. I stood up and entered through the french doors as she reached for the bedroom door.
“Wait.” I said, fighting the urge to call her mom.
Sylvia turned slowly and looked at me. I was dressed like Zorro with a black shirt, black motorcycle boots, black jeans, black cape and a mask that covered my eyes and hair. I had added a thin, pencil mustache with some eyeliner I had borrowed from mom earlier in the day. I was pretty sure I wasn’t recognizable to her.
“What are you a bandit?” She leaned heavily against the door.
Afraid to speak and give my identity away, I walked to her and took her by the hand. In a moment of inspiration, I kissed her hand softly. Sylvia stared at me as if she was trying to see who I really was.
“How’d you get in here?”
I gestured back to the balcony.
Sylvia pushed past me and walked to the end of her bed. She stared out at the balcony. “Kind of like Romeo and Julia.” She said.
I nearly laughed at her mistake on the name of the play, but considering her condition I was surprised she had gotten that much out. I came up behind her and stood very close to her so she could feel my breath on the back of her neck.
She turned back to me and stared at me again. “I must be dreaming.” She finally said. She looked me over from head to toe and then back again, her eyes coming to rest on the bulge in my pants.
To my surprise, her hand went straight to my hardened cock pressing to get out of my jeans. Feeling her hand on me, smelling her perfume, looking into her eyes, the close proximity of her body, I thought I would surely cum right then and there.
“Are you my knight in shinning armor?” Her hand rubbed hard against my jeans. “Is this your sword?”
I bent and kissed her lightly on the lips. It wasn’t a thought, it just happened. Her lips were soft, tender, moist, perfect to kiss. When I pulled back, her eyes were closed and she was smiling. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and she stepped back.
She caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. She laughed, “I probably look like an easy lay, but I’m not.” She turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.
I moved over by her as she tried to steady herself. I looked down at her body, enjoying the view of her tits and her well-trimmed brown bush. I knew that I could have her. I knew she wanted what I had in my pants. I bent and kissed her again, this time, opening my lips, our tongues met, danced lightly then parted.
I stood tall before her. She spread her legs as one hand went up to her breast and squeezed it. Her eyes became sultry, half open, as if in the throes of passion. She reached out with her other hand and caught the waist band of my jeans.
“Unleash that — that monster.” She laughed and fell back on the bed.
Slowly, I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock from my boxers. She spread her legs wider as she looked down between her breasts and saw my cock. I could see her pussy dripping with desire as her left hand went down to her lips and parted them for me.
I pushed my pants down further and moved forward. She was too far back on the bed, so I caught my hands under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Yes.” She sighed. “Fuck me.”
I put the head of my cock against her lips and rubbed it, letting it get lubricated with her flowing juices. Her fingers worked to spread her lips wider for me. Her red fingernails so exciting next to the bright pink of her pussy.
A knock on the door then Grace’s voice, kept me from plunging in. “Sylvia? Sylvia?” Grace called.
Sylvia under me groaned loud, “No. Not now.”
Her pussy was there, open to me, her breasts were heaving, her mouth was poised in the anticipated ecstasy of the event. But, Grace had heard her voice and I saw the door knob turn and I realized the door was not locked.
I grit my teeth and hoisted up my pants. Turning quickly, I went back to the balcony and hoisted myself over the railing to the ledge. I stood concealed inside darkness and the tree. I heard Grace enter the room.
“Sylvia, what are you doing?”
“Where’d he go?” Sylvia asked.
“Who? You’re alone.”
“Dammit!” Sylvia cursed her voice ripe with sadness. “He was here. Where’d he go?”
“Sylvia you’re drunk. There’s no one here.”
“No. He was here. He was here.” Sylvia demanded.
“You’re dripping wet, and — here he is.” Grace said and I held my breath sure that she had somehow seen me. “Your old friend. Smells like he’s had some recent use. This is your visitor, Sylvia.”
No doubt, Grace had found the dildo on the floor next to the bed. I slipped back over the deck and took off my mask and cape. I entered the house in the hallway outside of my mother’s bedroom. I could hear her crying and Grace attempting to comfort her. I went downstairs and grabbed a beer. I made my way through the few remaining guests in the house, out the back door and quickly up to my apartment over the garage. I hurried into the bathroom, unzipped my pants and pulled my cock from my shorts. The head of my cock glistened with her pussy juice and my own pre-cum. Two quick strokes and I was coming.
A few minutes later I collapsed on my bed. I couldn’t believe that it had almost happened. She looked so perfectly sexy, so lovely, it felt like the most incredible experience — almost experience — I had ever had. How would I ever have such a perfect chance again? Just thinking about it got my cock hard again. I sat up on the bed and thought, I’ll just go back up there and do her. Grace probably put her to bed and left, I could sneak back up, go in over the balcony again, but no. That wasn’t right. I didn’t want her when she was passed out. I wanted her though. I wanted her like I had never even thought possible. And I knew I’d find a way to make it happen.
The next day I was up early, unable to sleep. Dad had gone off to the city and mom was struggling to get around the house with a terrible hangover. I spent a good part of the morning cleaning up the yard. We had a landscaping crew that would come by on Monday, but I didn’t want them finding all the used condoms and liquor bottles.
Mom and I had lunch together, by noon she was feeling better, but still looked very tired.
“Did you attend the party?” She asked me.
“No.” I lied. “I hung out in my place then went to a friends party across town. Was this a good one?”
“Crazy.” She sighed. “I think we need to tone it down going forward.”
“Dorothy?” I asked, who was typically the culprit for the crazy behavior at the party.
“No. Everyone was bad.” She sat back and sipped her coffee. “Like a Roman Orgy.” She said softly.
“Looks like you had a good time.” I said.
She held up her cup of coffee, “Too good.” She got a quizzical look on her face then asked, “Did you see a guy in a black cape and mask?”
I shrugged, “Not that I recall, but there were a lot of people here when I left.”
She got a thoughtful look on her face and then she smiled. “Maybe I was dreaming, but I thought… oh, never mind.”
“Did you get hit on by some guy in a cape last night?” I wanted to see her reaction.
“I was pretty — well, I was drunk.” She laughed lightly. “I thought some guy…” Her words trailed off and she got that thoughtful look on her face again. “Yeah. He hit on me.”
“I’m not surprised mom.” I smiled at her. “You were looking quite hot last night.”
She beamed at me. “How nice of you to notice.”
“If I was a guy at the party — I’d hit on you.”
Now she blushed a little. “A man as handsome as you, that would be quite flattering to an older woman.” She sipped her coffee and looked away nervously, then she said, “Where’s Amy?”
“Friends wedding.” I replied, not wanting to talk about anything but my gorgeous mother. “Seriously, you were the sexiest woman at the party — any age.”
She looked at me for a long moment and I thought I had gone to far. “All this flattery is making me forget my hangover.”
I saw her nipples blossom under her t-shirt. So, I continued, feeling brave. “Every year, women come dressed as hookers, queens, movie-stars, and every year, you look better than any of them. You have the best body and the prettiest face.”
She blushed again and turned away, “Jason, you shouldn’t say those kind of things to your mother.”
“I know, mom, but it pisses me off the way dad treats you and I just want you to know, I think you’re beautiful and sexy and I don’t know many guys who could say that about their mothers.”
Sylvia stood up from the table and brushed her hair out of her face. For a second I thought she might cry. “Well, mother’s aren’t supposed to be sexy to their sons.” She sighed, “But it is nice to know I’m sexy to someone.”
I stood up and came around the table and hugged her. She hugged me back hard, grinding her body against mind and causing my cock to spring to life. There was no way she could not have felt it against her abdomen. We broke the hug and then she leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Thanks for being such a good, loving son.” She said then turned and walked away into the kitchen. I thought about following her, but the phone rang and she answered it. From the sounds of it, it was Grace on the phone and she wanted to come by the house. I left her in the kitchen, went back up to my apartment and jerked off again.
Through November and December I kept complimenting Sylvia and taking every chance to push my body against hers. Every now and again, she’d mention the guy in the black cape and mask to me or one of her friends. No one seemed to remember him. Thanksgiving ended up just being the two of us as dad had a “business trip” that took him out of town. We shared a bottle of wine over dinner and had another bottle of wine while we watched an old black and white movie.
Sylvia got pretty tipsy during the old movie and when the main characters started to dance, she took me by the hand and asked me to dance with her. It was a slow song so we danced slow, our bodies pressed tight together, her head on my shoulder. Naturally, I got a raging hard on as soon as our bodies met. When the song ended in the movie, she stopped dancing, but still held onto me. I stroked her hair, felt her breasts pressed against my chest, I sighed, “Happy Thanksgiving.”
She pulled back at the waist, so her hips still pressed against mine. “This is a lovely Thanksgiving, isn’t it?” She moved closer and kissed me lightly on the lips then quickly put her head back on my shoulder. I pulled her closer to me and she moaned warmly.
She raised her head and started to pull away after a moment, I caught her and pulled her back. Our eyes locked, our faces just an inch apart, I pressed my cock into her abdomen, she didn’t pull away. “I’m so thankful for you.” I said softly and then I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was soft at first, tender, full on the lips. I pressed harder into her, her mouth opened, our tongues met and we meshed hard together in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss lasted for a good thirty seconds while we attempted to swallow each other’s face and lick lips and tongues wildly. She moaned deeply into my mouth.
Finally, she broke the kiss and pulled back. She didn’t say a word, she just looked at me as if I was someone she had never seen before. I had one hand on her ass, the other in the middle of her back. She had a hand on my hip the other on my side. I leaned in again and kissed her softly. Her hand went to my crotch, she rubbed me as she opened her mouth more to let the kiss expand into another probing melting of mouths.
Her hand came up to my chest and she pushed herself back. She looked at me again, trying to figure out who I was. Someone in the movie laughed incredibly loud, shaking us both. She blinked her eyes and then pushed me a little further away. She bit her lip, smiled weakly at me then turned away.
I started after her, trying to catch her hand. She pulled away from me and turned back to face the television. “I love old movies.” She finally said.
“I love you.” I stated softly.
Sylvia just looked at me then picked up her wine glass and drank a little more. She set her wine glass down and stared at it. My mind was racing trying to figure out what to say.
“It’s late and I ate too much turkey.” She continued to stare down at the wine glass.
“Would you like some more wine?” I asked.
“No.” She answered quickly. “I think I’m just going to go to bed.”
“Would you like to come over to the apartment and watch the rest of the movie with me?” My mind was cluttered with thoughts of our kiss and my crazy, out of control desires.
She picked up her wine glass again. “I’m tired. I’m just going to uh — go to bed. We’ll start decorating for Christmas in the morning.”
I started to move toward her, holding my arms out, “Goodnight.” I said, but she held up a hand to stop me.
“Goodnight, Jason.” She turned toward the hallway. “Turn off the television and the lights on your way out.” She walked out of the room with her head down.
I locked up and went out the back door then quickly went around to the side of the house where I could climb up and go over the roof. I went from the deck to the ledge to her balcony. The french doors were closed and locked, but the curtains were half open.
Sylvia came out of the bathroom, naked, her breasts sagging some, her shoulders slumped forward. She looked sad. I saw her open the drawer of her nightstand and pull out the dildo. She threw herself on the bed and slid the dildo between her legs. She started slowly, but in seconds she was pumping the dildo in and out of her as fast as she could. She arched her back and grabbed both of her breasts while the dildo hung between her legs. She rolled to her stomach and put her ass in the air. Reaching back between her legs she pumped the rubber penis in and out of her pussy. Finally, she used her fingers on her clit, with the dildo still inside of her, until she brought herself to a screaming orgasm. She collapsed on the bed and started to cry.
Dad moved out of the house just before Christmas. It seems that he had gotten one of his girlfriends pregnant and they were going to move in together. Mom seemed a little more blue, but not terribly so.
She stopped coming up to my apartment to watch movies after the Thanksgiving kiss. For the most part, she stayed away from me and had a hard time looking me in the eyes when we did talk. I wasn’t sure if this meant that she enjoyed it and was feeling guilty or if she just felt ashamed of herself. Grace came by the weekend before Christmas and they locked themselves in mom’s room for the day.
I spent the first half of Christmas with mom and her sister and mother then I went to Amy’s parents for dinner. I came home about midnight, the lights were on in the house so I stopped in to say goodnight. Mom was sitting in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine and a blanket around her shoulders. I came around behind her chair, reached down and hugged her shoulders and kissed her head. I could see she was wearing a light, button up blouse with nothing underneath.
Sylvia held my arms tight to her, not letting me get away. “Did you have a nice Christmas with Amy?”
“It was nice. Ate too much.” I kissed her head again.
“Thanks for joining my family today.” She said and leaned her head against my arm.
“I’d spend all my time with you if I could.” I hugged her harder.
“I appreciate that.” Her right hand interlaced with my left hand. “I enjoy you so much.”
I didn’t know what to say. I leaned my head down, kissed her on the ear. “I love you.”
“We’re very close, aren’t we.” She said in a quiet voice.
She cranked her head to see me better. “We have to be careful, not to damage our relationship.”
I drew a breath certain that she would say she wanted me to move away from the house. “That’s the last thing I want.”
“Good.” She sighed and released my arms. “So long as we understand one another.”
I came around the chair and knelt on the floor in front of her. “I would do anything for you.”
She took my hand in hers. “I know. And I would do anything for you.”
I moved forward pressing my face into her breasts and hugged her hard. My chest was against her right leg, she moved it to allow me to get closer. Now I was between her legs on my knees before her. “Is everything okay?” I finally asked.
Sylvia ran her fingers through my hair. “I don’t know.” She sighed, “I’m just confused by everything. Things have been strange around here for awhile. I’m hoping they get better soon.”
In her position, slouched down slightly in the chair, her crotch was against my chest. I could feel the warmth emanating from there. As I hugged her, my head on her lovely breasts, my cock grew hard. I raised up, so my crotch pressed against hers, I hugged her again and heard her sigh in my ear. I pulled back and looked at her. I wanted to kiss her. Her eyes moved from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Merry Christmas.” I said, then leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She didn’t resist me, but she didn’t open her mouth to mine either.
She smiled at me when we broke the kiss. “I hope you’re not looking for another Christmas present.”
“There’s only one present I want.” I replied, moved forward and kissed her again. This time, her mouth opened up to mine; the kiss was long and gentle. She put her hand on my chest as I started to grind my crotch into hers.
“Jason.” She said breaking the kiss. “I appreciate your affection, I do, but it’s not right.”
“I can’t help myself. You are so beautiful. And, we’re good together.” Words tumbled out of my mouth out of control. “I know you can’t have more children.” I looked her square in the eyes. “We don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.”
Her face turned red with embarrassment. “That’s not the point.” She looked away from me. “It’s just not proper.”
I put my hand on her chin and turned her face to meet mine. “I want you and you want me — I can tell.” I pushed my cock harder into her crotch.
She put both of her hands on my chest holding me at bay. “I’m not going to fuck my own son. Okay? Your father has lived a total life of debauchery. He has fucked everything and everyone. He has no morals. If we were to do this — If we were to allow it to happen, what would I be teaching you? You would think it’s okay to go through life fucking everything you want. I want you to be better than him. Better than me.”
I stared at her for a long time. Neither one of us said anything else. I finally stood up and nodded with tears in my eyes. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
My mother stood from the chair and threw her arms around my shoulders. “I don’t want to lose you, Jason. You’re all I’ve got left. I couldn’t stand to lose you.”
I hugged her warmly. “You’re not going to lose me.”
She clung to me and started to cry. “I feel like I’m losing everything.”
I pulled back then bent and picked her up in my arms. “You need rest.” She was surprisingly light. I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. She still clung to my neck when I laid her down.
“Stay with me, a little while.”
I laid down next to her on the bed. Sylvia turned her face into my shoulder and continued to cry. I patted her the back and kept saying. “It’s okay. I love you.”
She fell asleep on my shoulder. I dozed off and when I woke, she was nearly naked next to me. At some point, Sylvia had gotten up and put on a night shirt that covered down to the tops of her thighs. I turned on the light next to the bed and looked at her lovely body. The night shirt was lifted up enough that I could see the gray hairs in her pubes, looking her over, I saw her breasts pushing against the material of the shirt. I looked at her face, ran my fingers lightly through her hair, I saw the laugh lines and her gray roots. For nearly being forty three and all the stress she had been through I thought she was so beautiful. If nothing else, I wanted to have this picture in my head.
Finally, I stripped out of my clothes down to my boxers and laid back down next to her. Feeling her skin so close to mine was heaven. My cock was hard, but I had made up my mind, I would not take her unless she was awake and fully alert and knew what was happening. It took me a long time, but finally, I fell asleep.
I awoke a half hour later to with her right leg over my leg, her bush pressing against my thigh. She pressed her body against my arm, cooing softly in my ear. I pushed the strands of hair from her face and kissed her cheek. She moaned sweetly as her arm went across my body and pulled me closer to her. My cock was pushing to get out of my shorts.
I turned by body towards her so my cock pressed against her thigh. Though I was tired, my mind was working to figure out how to wake her and turn the night into a real, live dream. Her leg moved again, hooking over my hip, now my cock pressed just above her pussy. I worried that if she pressed closer, I would just cum.
Her hand brushed at a stray hair in her mouth. I moved the hair aside and kissed her gently on the lips. “Oh.” She said her voice wrought with sleep. My tongue lashed out gently against her lips and the corner of her mouth. I saw her face light up in a smile. Her hand went down to my hip as I pressed my groin closer to her.
I kissed her again, this time, she responded with a delayed kiss and a broader smile. Her hand slipped from my hip to my cock. Whether she was asleep or awake, I could not be certain, but her hand went from the outside of my shorts to the inside quickly. She grasped my cock, stroked it and moaned with pleasure.
“You like this?” She said dreamily.
“Yes.” I whispered and kissed her neck, trying to turn her to her back.
“Maybe — maybe I can help.” She mumbled her eyes still not open.
My left hand cupped her breast and squeezed it gently. Her mouth opened and we kissed. Her hand started stroking my cock, very gently at first, then a little rougher. I continued to stroke her breast and gently pinch her nipple. We kissed some more, then her eyes opened, but did not seem to focus right away. She continued stroking my cock until she realized who’s cock she was stroking.
Suddenly her eyes widened, her hand stopped moving, but stayed firmly on my cock. “Jason?” She still sounded sleepy.
I bit her bottom lip, “Don’t stop.” I whispered.
Without thinking she began to slowly stroke me again. I kissed her and pressed the palm of my hand onto her massive tit. She moaned into my mouth then, as if still waking up, she stopped and sat up on one elbow.
“Jason, how did this happen?” Still her hand was on my cock.
“We fell asleep.”
She looked down at my cock sticking out of the boxers, her hand around the shaft. She gulped then shook her head, no. “Aren’t we a pair.” She let go of my dick, but I caught her hand.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Sylvia looked at me strangely as if perplexed by a problem. Finally, her hand went back down and she continued stroking me. Without a word, she looked me in the eyes, a deep hunger burned there, but she made no move to get closer.
I rolled to my back and let her continue. I watched her eyes as she looked down at my swollen member then back to my face. She pulled her hand off of me and spit on her palm, then started stroking me again. Unable to control myself, I reached out and touched her breast, dangling inside the night shirt.
“Does it feel good?” She asked, her voice a trembling whisper.
“So good.” I moaned, feeling her nipple harden under my hand.
“You’re trembling.” She said.
I looked at her with my mouth open. “I’m very close.”
“I know.” She leaned in and kissed me as her hand moved faster and harder over my shaft.
As good as it felt, I held off from coming. I fought the urge, I wanted to make this last as long as possible. Then a thought occurred to me. “Damn.” I groaned, “I – I don’t know if I can cum like this.”
“You’re close.” She whispered. “Your head is so big, so ready to explode. Let it go. It’s okay.” She stroked me faster.
I pushed my hips up, fighting the build up in my balls. I was straining to not cum. “I’m just — I –” I stammered.
Sylvia closed her eyes and lowered her head down. “This will help.” She said and put her mouth just over the head of my cock. The warmth of her breath, the flip of her tongue, the stroking of her hand was to much to bear. My hand went to the back of her head, pushing her down, her lips slid over the head and down the shaft. As she pulled back slowly, she moaned, then I was coming. Not only was I coming, I was coming in buckets.
Sylvia caught most of the initial blast in her mouth, but I don’t think she was expecting so much. Her head jerked back and cum sprayed up into her hair, over her shoulder and onto my chest. I kept coming as Sylvia continued to stroke me, pulling every last ounce of fluid from my balls.
In the dim lighting, she rose from the bed and I could see the cum in her hair and on her chin, cheek and shoulder. “We need a towel.” She left the room and came back after several minutes with a wet towel. She cleaned me up and I noticed that she had already cleaned her own face. Afterwords, she touched my bare chest with her hand. “What have we done, Jason?”
“It was wonderful and exciting.”
“We can’t do this.” She sighed and laid down next to me. “Promise me, this won’t happen again.”
I remained silent.
“Okay.” She finally said. “Go to sleep. And no hanky-panky with me while I’m asleep.” She said with a serious tone.
I put my arm over her shoulder and spooned with her. “Thank you.” I said softly into her hair. “I needed that.”
She was quiet for a moment then finally said, “You came a lot.”
“I was very excited.”
“Yes.” She held her breath for a moment. “I’m glad I could help.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.
“I could help you.” My hand slid down her shoulder to her hip.
Her hand went to mine and held it tight to her hip. “I know.” She sighed. “We can’t.”
“I could lick you.”
“Jason.” She said quickly. “Stop.”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jason.”
I pressed into her back. “Let me please you.”
A shudder ran through her body. She swallowed hard. “Please, Jason. Stop.”
I kissed her ear. “You pleased me. Why can’t I please you?”
“Go to sleep.”
I could hear anger rising in her voice. I had to tread carefully. “Did you like it?” I asked.
“Jason.” Her voice was sharp. She drew a breath and let it out slowly. Finally she said. “Yes. I enjoyed it.”
“It was, incredible for me. It’s even better knowing you enjoyed it too.”
Sylvia sat up on the bed throwing my hand from her hip. “Maybe you should go to your apartment.”
I sat up next to her, my half-hard cock pitching a tent in my boxers. “I’m sorry, I just, I just want to please you.”
“No.” She hung her head.
I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me. “Lie back.” I whispered in her ear. “Let me please you. You need it as much as I did. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Sylvia stood up from the bed. “Dammit, Jason, stop!” She walked toward the balcony with her arms folded across her stomach. She turned back to me so she was in silhouette in the faint moonlight. “Don’t make me regret what happened more than I already do. I enjoyed it. I haven’t held a real cock in my hands in — in years. But, you’re my son and even though I’m attracted to you, even though I — I –” She stopped herself. “Please.” She said softly, attempting to regain control of herself. “I want you to stay with me tonight, but please, let’s sleep. Hold me, but don’t ask for anything more. Please.”
I nodded, feeling her frustration. “Okay.”
Sylvia stood in the moonlight, watching me. After a moment, I laid down. She came over to the bed and looked down at me. I couldn’t see her face, but I felt that she was smiling at me. She reached out and stroked my hair. “I love you, Jason.”
Sylvia laid down next to me and let me spoon her again. She sighed as my arm encircled her. My cock was hard and pressed against the crack of her ass. “Does this please you?”
“Yes.” She said softly. “I need this.”
“Goodnight.” I whispered.
“It’s going to be a good holiday season.”
After several moments Sylvia said, “Hope you liked your present.” She laughed lightly.
“Best present ever.”
After a few minutes, I heard her breathing change and I knew she was asleep. I was tired, but my mind was racing. We were close. I felt that the time was coming. I just needed to be patient.
In the morning, Sylvia was gone and I was covered with a sheet. I got up and got dressed, went downstairs, but she was nowhere to be found. After making some breakfast I went back up to my apartment. I could not completely fathom how everything had happened. My head spun with a million thoughts. I was very close to my ultimate fantasy.
Sylvia remained out of the house for the entire day. When I saw her the next day she was happy and acted as if nothing had happened. She didn’t mention it and made no attempt at physical contact with me. I sighed to myself, wondering how long this would last. I knew now that I was attractive to her and I was sure she wanted me to. I had to wait for the right moment.
New Years Eve Amy and I were invited to a costume party in the next town over. Amy had originally wanted to go as Mr. and Mrs. Dracula, but I didn’t like that idea. I finally settled on the old Zorro costume again as I still had the cape and the mask and wouldn’t require any make up. Amy came by early on the 31st with a box full of booze she had purchased to take to the party. She said she didn’t want me to see her costume until I picked her up so she took off again and I spent the afternoon watching college football games.
About six, my mom came up the back stairs with an open bottle of champagne. She said that we had to have at least one glass together. The room was dimly lit, only the television on and a few candles burning. Sylvia was in a sexy black, backless gown, with a small black waist coat she had black heels and a strand of pearls on. She had her hair up and her make up included dark eyeliner, eye shadow and red lipstick. There was a party her sister was throwing for some charity and mom had agreed to go. From her demeanor, I guessed she had also had a few glasses of champagne before she came over.
She hugged me tight and started looking around the apartment for proper glasses to pour the champagne in. I was in my black jeans with a black t-shirt; without the cape and mask, it probably looked like I was just going as Johnny Cash or maybe a biker. She found two wine glasses that were covered in dust and rinsed them off then filled them both with the champagne.
Sylvia drank about half of hers down and smiled brightly, “This is the good stuff.”
I hugged her again and kissed her cheek, next to her mouth. She blushed slightly and turned away from me moving toward the chair by the small kitchen table. She sat her glass down and moved the cape to another chair so she could sit down. Sylvia stopped and picked up the mask from the table. She froze staring down at it.
She turned back to me with the mask in hand. I was standing next to the bed watching her. She looked back at the cape, then back to me. “Where did this come from?” She asked.
“I’ve had it for awhile.” I replied, looking at the floor.
Sylvia set the mask down and picked up her champagne glass. She drank, emptying her glass in two gulps. She steadied herself on the table and stared down at the mask still in her hand. She dropped the mask to the table and then slowly removed her coat, revealing the backless dress to me. She poured herself another glass of champagne. “Do you need more?” She said with her back still to me.
I finished my glass. “I need some.”
Sylvia turned on her heels and walked toward me, the champagne bottle in one hand, the mask in the other. She stopped in front of me and looked up at me, her eyes were bright. She stared into my eyes for a moment then raised the bottle and filled my glass. “Happy New Year.” She said and leaned in, raising up on her toes and kissed me on the mouth. The kiss was soft and quick, but there was something more behind it.
With my free hand, I reached around her waist and pulled her back. She put her hand on my chest, preventing me from crushing her to me. She looked into my eyes, searching. “Thanks for coming over.” I said and kissed her. She melted into for an instant then stiffened and pulled back just as my tongue met hers.
She held the mask up and turned away from me. “You were at the Halloween party, weren’t you?”
She went to the window that looked out toward the house. “You used to crawl over the roof and sneak into my bedroom when you were a child.”
“I used to hide on that ledge between the upstairs porch and your balcony.”
She walked back to the table and lifted her glass again. “To my son.” She drank and set the glass down on the table. After a moment, she bent and picked up the cape in her free hand. “The kissing bandit?”
“Zorro.” I said with a smile.
With cape and mask in hand, she walked toward me. As she approached, she moved to my left and walked a circle around me. Sylvia stopped as she came around to my right and held forth the mask. “Put it on.”
I took the mask from her and looked her over. The front of the dress revealed more than just cleavage, as the bra pushed her breasts up high. I looked from her tits to the mask. I set my glass down on the nightstand and donned the mask, pulling it over my hair and eyes.
Sylvia walked back in front of me and turned slowly. She looked me over, her eyes pausing at the bulge in my pants before returning to my face. “It was you.”
I nodded. “It was.”
She stared at me with her mouth open, a blank look on her face. “All this time.” She finally said, “I thought I had dreamed it.”
“It felt like a dream to me, too.”
She went back to the table and picked up her glass. She drank more then turned and held the cape up in front of her. She looked at the cape for a long time as if deciding what to do. Finally, Sylvia wrapped the cape around her front as if warming herself. She lowered her face and breathed in the scents on the material.
Sylvia turned back to face me, the cape still covering her. She looked at me, serious, thoughtful then reached behind herself and pulled on the zipper of the dress. The dress slipped from her body and fell to the floor. She took a few steps closer to me, leaving the dress on the floor behind her. She let the cape fall to the floor. Sylvia stood before me in a strapless bra, small, black, sheer panties, thigh high black stockings and two inch black heels, the strand of pearls glistened on her neck. “Why didn’t you –” She stopped herself. “Yes, I remember, Grace came in.”
“I hadn’t planned it.”
“But, you wanted me.”
My cock grew in my shorts. “And you wanted me.”
Her thumbs hooked into her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them and toward me. She undid the clasp for the bra and let it drop to the floor. She stood before me nearly naked and as beautiful as ever. “You still want me?”
I set my glass down and took her hand, pulling her closer to me. “I’ve always wanted you.” I leaned in, saw her mouth open to greet mine and kissed her as her body pressed against me. After the kiss, she pulled back and started to unbutton my shirt.
“We’re staying in tonight.” She said staring down at the bulge in my pants. “Out with the old and in with the new.”
I kissed her harder, my hand going up to her breast and squeezing it roughly. We broke the kiss and I unzipped my pants, shed the jeans and boxers at the same time. She pushed me back on the bed, then got down on her knees before me. Her hand slipped around my cock and began to stroke it. She looked up at me. “We’ll finish what you started on Halloween.” Then she opened her mouth and brought it down over my cock.
Sylvia loved sucking cock. She moaned loudly while she slid her mouth up and down my shaft. She would work to the head, look up at me with her red nails around the shaft and her red lips on the head and I could see the great amount of satisfaction she had in her eyes. She had wanted a cock for a long time and now she had it and she was enjoying it to the fullest extent. After a good couple of minutes of working on my cock, she stopped and rose up from the floor.
“If I remember right, you wanted to please me the other night. With your tongue.” She said with a smile.
I sat up and patted the bed next to me. She sat down and started to kick off her heels. I stopped her. “Leave those on. For now.” She smiled and laid back on the bed kicking her feet up in the air, crossing and uncrossing her legs.
I caught her ankle and kissed just above where I held her leg. Then slowly, I began to kiss my way up toward her crotch. Sylvia was raised up on her elbows watching me. Her left hand played with the nipple of her left breast. I worked my way over the top of the stockings and looked at her pussy. Her left hand went down and spread open her pussy lips.
I kissed closer and when I reached her spot I could tell she was holding her breath. I licked from the hole up to the clit. She let out a moan that resonated through her whole body.
“I can’t believe this.” She said as she collapsed back on the bed. I licked and licked and sucked on her clit until she started to buck under me. Her hands gripped the bed spread, her hips pressed into my face as she let out a scream.
I rose up from the floor. Sylvia’s eyes opened, her hands reached out for me. “Come here. Put your cock inside me.”
I lowered myself down so my cock rested on her bush. I pushed her breast up with my hand and nibbled on the hard nipple. A shudder ran through her body. She grabbed my face with both hands and brought it down to hers. She kissed me hard, her tongue going from my mouth to my lips to my chin, licking her own juices off my face. Her left hand pulled the mask from my head. Her right hand went down to my cock. She pushed to get it inside her pussy.
“What do you want?” I teased her.
She shifted her hips and pushed me inside her. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me all night long. I want you. I want you, Jason.” She stared right into my eyes. “Isn’t this what you’ve wanted me to say for such a long time? Fuck me, Jason.”
I had never even imagined I could be so excited. All my fantasies paled in comparison to this reality. I plunged my cock into her wet pussy time and time again and watched her beautiful face revealing her extreme pleasure. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling deeper and deeper inside of her.
Sylvia knew how excited I was. She could see me fighting not to cum too soon. She pulled me to her and kissed my mouth, warm, passionate kisses. She whispered, “Don’t fight it. Cum inside me. Cum like you did in my mouth the other night. Cum.”
With permission granted, I let it go. Her arms encircled my back as we bucked together. Sylvia held me until my cock finished spasming. Then she kissed me and refused to let me go.
Finally, we sat up on the bed, Sylvia’s hair was mussed, her lipstick smeared. She rose from the bed and grabbed the bottle of champagne from the table and brought it back to the bed. She sat down and kicked off her heels. She took a long pull from the bottle and handed it to me.
“I liked tasting your cum the other night.” She said.
“Next time,” I brushed her hair from her eyes, “I want you to swallow it all.”
She leaned into me and kissed me, her hand went to my cock and stroked it. “I’ll suck down every last drop. I promise.”
“You won’t regret this?”
Sylvia looked down at her drink, then back into my eyes. “I want this.”
“I want you.” I kissed her hard, my fingers pinching her nipple.
“So, any other things you want to do tonight?” She smiled at me.
“Oh, a few.” I took a drink and handed the bottle back to her.
She leaned forward and kissed my neck. “You’ve thought about this.” She said as a statement.
I hugged her to me. “Constantly.”
I laughed, “Are you serious?”
“For a long time now.”
My hand went from her breast to her pussy. I slid a finger in and kissed her. She spread her legs, allowing me greater access. When I pulled my finger out it was covered in a mixture of her juices and my cum. I brought the finger up to her face. Sylvia opened her mouth and took the finger in between her lips. “That’s good.” She cooed.
“I want you in every way possible.” I said, sliding my hand back to her pussy.
“Well, the night is young.” She stroked my cock harder. “I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
“I’ll do everything I can to help.”
Sylvia kissed me and pulled me down on top of her. “You’re right.” She said between kisses, “You will do everything. And so will I.”
She spread her legs and I slipped inside of her again. “I love you, Sylvia.”
“I love you, Jason.” She reached her hands down and grabbed my ass pulling me deeper into her. We kissed deeply. I rose up and started pumping away at her. My eyes watched her tits bounce. Her hands came up and pushed her breasts together. “Ohhhh.” She moaned happily, “Bring that big cock up here and fuck your mother’s tits.”
I pulled my cock from her pussy and placed it between her breasts. Her red nails pinched at her nipples as she watched my cock slide close to her mouth and retreat again. “Yes.” I said as I watched her mouth so close to my cock. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
“Yes.” She smiled. “Fuck me, Jason. Let me be your fantasy.”
I pushed forward and thrust my cock into her mouth briefly. Pulling out, I lowered myself back down and slid inside her pussy. “You are my fantasy.” I slammed my hips into her over and over again as she moaned my name louder and louder, constantly asking me to fuck her. When I felt the cum rising again, I rose up and grabbed a hand full of her hair, lifting her head up. Her mouth opened and I shoved my cock inside and let loose my load. She looked up at me as I pumped my cum into eager mouth. She looked at me with such great pleasure, such excitement that I thought I could never be happier. She sucked the entire load down happily. When I finally pulled out of her mouth she pulled me to her and hugged me hard.
“Thank you.” She said in a whisper.