Costume Party (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  She pulled in close, and pushed herself against his chest, pulling his hat off him as she did. Mitch groped at her breasts, feeling hornier than he had been in a very long time. He wanted her, and it seemed like she wanted him just as much.

  “I think Little Red Riding Hood needs to beware of the big bad wolf,” he whispered.

  “Somebody already used that line on me right after I first traded for this…costume.” Her words trailed off as Mitch began to undress her, taking the cloak off and then sliding his hand up her shirt. The woman responded by grabbing his hard cock through his pants and massaging it.

  “How about you give Zorro’s sword a little bit of attention?” he asked, slowly guiding her down to the floor of the closet. She didn’t seem to mind his crude humor and went to work unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out through his boxer briefs.

  The woman licked his rod from the base of his shaft all the way up to the head, and Mitch shuddered with delight. He leaned back against the wall of the closet, and let her go to work. She wasn’t holding back, and sucked with an intensity and focus that made him feel as though it would be a miracle if he managed to hold out for more than a minute.

  Whoever she was, she was a skilled cocksucker, Mitch thought to himself. The woman also seemed to have deep throating skills that were beyond anything he had experienced before, taking his entire member into her mouth as though it really was a sword that she was trying to sheath.

  She used her tongue to rub the sensitive underside of his cock as she bobbed her head back and forth. It felt as though her mouth had a grip on him that seemed to grow tighter by the second, with the wet warmth of her lips creating a seal on his tool that felt sent almost too much pleasure racing through his body. Mitch was in heaven, and the woman was an angel.

  Suddenly a phone, the woman’s phone, which had fallen out of a pocket of her cloak when she took it off, began to ring. It gave off enough light for Mitch to see what was going on in the closet, and for him to see the woman that was giving him head. He was shocked and horrified when he realized who it was.

  “…Mom?” he whispered almost in disbelief. The woman kept sucking for a moment, and time almost moved in slow motion as Mitch felt the strange, dirty, taboo eroticism of the situation pushing him over the edge. Angie pulled her mouth off his cock and looked at him dumbfounded as he began to shoot out his white hot load, spraying her cheeks and mouth with his seed.

  “This…this isn’t possible,” she said. “Mitch…how can you be here?”

  There was a sound of footsteps coming towards them from the other side of the hall. Mitch realized that their ten minutes were up, and so did his mom. She rushed to throw her costume back on and give him his hat before the door was opened.

  “Head straight home, young man!” she whispered to him angrily. “We…we’ll talk about this later tonight.”

  “Alright, time is up!” shouted the DJ as the door was thrown open. It seemed almost blindingly bright outside, and it only made the situation more embarrassing to Mitch, even though he knew that nobody saw it the same way he did. Angie slipped out of the closet and made a beeline for the upstairs bathroom.

  “Whoa, she seemed a little shaken up,” said the DJ. “Maybe you should practice your approach, Zorro!”

  Mitch forced himself to smile. He was ashamed, and disgusted with himself. Just as his mom had told him, he headed out of the party and started walking home, not even bothering to say goodbye to Benny.

  CHAPTER 4

  Mitch was asleep when his mother got home. He roused slightly in his bed when he heard the door to his room open. It was dark, with only a sliver of light from the hallway shining against his wall.

  “Mitch, honey,” whispered his mom. “We need to talk.”

  He groaned, and sat up in his bed. It took him a moment to remember what had happened at the costume party, but once he did he felt his mind going through the full gamut of emotions that he had experienced earlier.

  “Mom…” he said. “I am so sorry, I never meant for that to happen.”

  “It’s okay sweetie, I know you didn’t.” Mitch’s eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and he could see that she had switched back into her original cat costume. “At least part of it was my fault. Me and Linda decided to swap costumes for fun midway through the party.”

  She reached over and rubbed Mitch’s thigh. He could tell that she was trying to reassure him, but in reality it had the effect of reigniting the fire dwelling within his loins. His was aroused again, and it seemed like it was coming on in a wave stronger than it had been at any time before that night.

  “What are we going to do about…what happened?” he asked her, breaking the silence.

  “Nothing, honey,” she replied. “Everyone was in costume, just like us. Husbands fooled around with women other than their wives, and wives fooled around with men who weren’t their husbands. It doesn’t matter when everyone is in costume, it’s just for fun.”

  “Mom…” he whispered. Angie’s hand had drifted, and kept drifting, causing his cock to stiffen as she rested her palm on top of it.

  “I’m still in costume, sweetie,” she said. “We have to finish what we started.”

  Mitch’s mother reached under the sheet and wrapped her hand around her son’s member. As always, Mitch had been sleeping naked, and the pleasure of having his mom stroking his dick was almost too much for him.

  “Oh god,” he moaned. “This…is this really happening?”

  “It’s just pretend, sweetie,” she said. “I’m a sexy kitty cat, and you’re Zorro. Let’s just have fun with each other.”

  She pulled off her mask, and then her shirt. It was dark, but Mitch could just barely make out the outline of his mom’s tits, and began to grope at them as she lied down next to him in bed. He reached down and pulled off her booty shorts, which turned out to be tight enough on her to make it a rather harder task than he expected.

  “We have to be quick,” whispered his mom. “Your father will be back sometime tonight…”

  “Mom,” he said. “Are you…are you going to-“

  Angie cut him off by swinging her leg over and straddling him in the bed. She was completely naked except for a pair of high cut black socks, and it was the most erotic thing Mitch had ever seen. Slowly and surely, she positioned herself over Mitch’s hard, upright cock, and let the head of it tease at her entrance.

  “Ohh…yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck, sweetie, why does your cock feel so good?”

  She dropped down a little, and Mitch felt his cock push the tiniest bit into her. He was fucking his mom, he realized. Or rather, they were fucking each other. He reached up with his hands and grabbed her by the waist, slowly urging her to drop further down.

  Angie was moaning and biting her lip. She ran her hand across his chest, and let it rest against his face.

  “Mitch, I’m sorry,” she said. “This…is going to change everything, but I…I feel like I have to do it now.”

  “I know mom, it’s okay,” Mitch said. He could feel her cunt, so warm and wet, wrapping around his cock and accepting him as she dropped even lower. “You’re a good mother. You’re gorgeous, you’re so fucking hot.”

  He couldn’t think straight. He wanted to fuck her so badly, his own mom. He needed to fuck her, and nothing was going to stop him.

  “Do you like the way mommy feels?” whispered Angie. “I’m going to let you have all of mommy tonight, let you have the one thing that she knows you secretly want most…”

  “Ah, mom!” Mitch cried out.

  Angie began moving rhythmically, grinding and bouncing her pussy up and down on her son’s cock. Mitch let her lead for a minute, but felt his own lust building up inside and taking control. He grabbed her by the waist and began slamming her down onto his cock, bucking his hips up with every stroke.

  “Oh yeah honey,” cried Angie. “Fuck mommy, fuck mommy hard!”

  “Mom, oh god!”

  His hands were on her nipples, pinchin
g and teasing them. Angie leaned forward, and Mitch took the opportunity to bring his mouth to one of her nipples, licking it and sucking as though he were a child.

  Mitch pumped his cock into her petite frame faster and faster, feeling something ancient and primal taking over his body. He felt guilty, and ashamed, but even more than that, he felt greedy. He wanted as much of his mom’s cunt as a man could have, and in that moment, he was getting it.

  Angie began to tense up, letting out a small, stifled cry, and then collapsing onto her son, exhausted. Mitch kept pumping, shifting his hands down to her buttocks and pushing her pussy down as he lifted himself up. He could feel his mother’s hot breath on his neck.

  “I love you, sweetie,” Angie whispered. She used the same voice that he heard every night when she would say good night to him, and in that context, it was too much. Mitch began to spray his cum deep inside his mom, his hips continuing to pump as though he needed to deposit every drop of his seed deep inside her.

  The two of them were silent for a moment, Angie still collapsed on top of him. After what seemed like a very long time, she stood up, and began putting her costume back on.

  “Mom, I-“

  “Don’t talk,” she said, cutting him off. “We can’t ever talk about this, sweetie.”

  Mitch felt deflated, but as his mother was leaving the room, she turned back to him and said one last thing.

  “The Henderson’s throw that party every year, you know. Maybe we can go again next December…”

  END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM “ THE SORCERESS NEXT DOOR”

  CHAPTER 1

  The gentle snow drifting through the air outside the window of Dan’s room made him feel as though the world was suspended inside a snow globe. Winter was in full swing, and that morning, the cold bite of the air had not made it easy for him to get up and out of bed.

  He got dressed, and made his way downstairs. His step sister, Jess, had already helped herself to breakfast and was sitting at the table, munching on toast.

  “Morning, sis,” he said.

  “Good morning Dan.” Jess had entered Dan’s life along with her mother, Jane, when he’d been about 10. The past 8 years of living with them had been good, much better than it just being him and his dad, who though a committed parent, was sometimes rather inattentive in his duties.

  “Are you Christmas shopping already?” he asked her, Jess was flipping through a clothing catalog, circling items occasionally with a pen she held in her hand.

  “It’s never too early to start,” said Jess. “I’m a big fan of getting it done before the major rush starts.”

  Dan poured some cereal into a bowl and then added milk from the fridge. He walked over and sat down next to her at the table.

  “Honestly, I haven’t even started thinking about it,” he said. “You’ll be easy enough to find something for, I think.”

  “I’m not sure if that was a compliment, but I’ll take it as one,” said Jess.

  Dan smiled at her.

  “It’s my dad that I’m worried about. He’s always on a business trip or working abroad, what the hell does a guy like that need?”

  Jess tapped her fingers on the table for a second, and then shook her head.

  “You got me,” she replied. “But I have my own mom to worry about, who happens to be the pickiest woman in the world when it comes to clothing.”

  As if on cue, Dan’s step mom, Jane, walked out of the downstairs bathroom and into the living room, with two small towels tied around her hair and body. Jane was a gorgeous woman, and Dan had to force himself to look away from her body, which was an almost irresistible mixture of thin curves, bust, and butt.

  “Hey you two,” she said. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute, just let me get changed.”

  Dan nodded, and continued looking away, his face beginning to feel hot. It was hard for him to deal with his step mom, and to a lesser extent, his step sister as well. They were very comfortable with in their bodies, a fact that had led to Dan guiltily stealing illicit peeks on occasion.

  “Maybe I should get her a bathrobe,” said Jess. Dan chuckled, wrinkled his forehead.

  “Anyway, the main question on my mind right now is just where I’m going to make the money appear from,” he said. “Christmas presents don’t come cheap.”

  “Well, it’s your turn to shovel the driveway this morning, anyway,” said Jess. “Why don’t you see if any of the neighbors would be interested in your help?”

  “I doubt they would pay me for it,” said Dan. “There are tons of snowplows that would do the job for cheap.”

  “Shovel their driveway first, and ask for donations second,” said Jess.

  It was a good idea, Dan realized. He smiled at his sister, and got up from his chair.

  “Jess, you are wise beyond your years,” he said, walking towards the foyer.

  “You can show me how grateful you are by getting me a new purse,” she said. “Something designer brand.”

  Dan’s mom was headed down the stairs as he finished bundling up in his winter clothing. She had thrown on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, and it was hard for him to ignore the outline of her breasts through the thing fabric.

  “Do you mind knocking the snow off my car while you’re at it?” she asked. “I think I’m going to head out to the store after.”

  “No problem mom, but you’re going to owe me afterwards,” he said. “he smiled at him and offered up a suggestive wink.

  The morning sky was grey over his head, and fine, several inch deep layer of white powder had collected on the ground from the previous night. Dan could feel tiny, cold flakes landing on his hat as he made his way over to the garage to grab the shovel. He liked the weather, and had been waiting for it. It had been cold for the past couple of weeks, but without snow to go along with it, the atmosphere of a real winter had been missing.

  He started working on his parent’s driveway, clearing it one shovel full at a time. Memories of being a young kid and playing in the snow filled his mind, along with nostalgia for the old days of hurling snowballs in subfreezing temperatures with his sister, only to come back inside to find hot cocoa already out and waiting for him by his mom.

  The shoveling went quickly, and he was surprised to find that his body stayed quite warming throughout the task. At first he thought it was because of his own internal body heat, but it only seemed to happen while he was on the left side of the driveway, the one closest to the house that had recently been bought and moved into, the one whose owner he still hadn’t met. It was weird, and Dan found himself scratching his head thinking about how it could even happen.

  And due to his curiosity, he decided to make that house the next one to be shoveled. It was small, and had been built more recently than Dan’s family’s house. The front door was painted black, and a copper colored, old fashioned knocker hung from the center of it.

  Dan set about moving the snow. From insid
e the house, he could hear strange noises, almost as if the TV was turned up at full volume with a movie loaded with sound effects playing. He kept looking over towards one of the front windows, which had the shades drawn and offered no hint as to what was going on behind him.

  There was no car in the driveway, and no tracks or snowless patches around to indicate where one might have been. Dan found that to be especially odd. While the town of Westhaven was tiny, there were little to no public transportation services, and everyone drove everywhere.

  He pushed all of the irregularities out of his mind and focused on the task at hand. The drive was smaller than his family’s, and didn’t take long at all to finish. He stood looking at the door for a moment, debating whether or not anyone would even be home, and then finally started walking up the steps towards the entrance.

  The door opened before he could reach for the knocker, startling him slightly. A woman was behind it, and she looked at him with intense eyes and a crafty smile. Her hair was a reddish shade of blond, and she had large breasts, at least for her petite frame, and a trim waist that led into nicely sized hips. She was wearing an odd looking dark robe over a t-shirt and jeans, and looked to be in her early thirties.

  “Hello there, young man,” she said. “I see you’ve taken on the snow in my driveway on as a project.”

  “Yeah,” he replied, feeling strangely nervous. “I was just clearing my parent’s driveway, and, well, I just figured…”

  The woman turned and walked into her house. After a couple of steps, she looked back at him expectantly.

  “Come on inside,” she said. “It’s cold out. Let me fix you some tea, or coffee.”

  Dan nodded, and followed behind her, feeling the omnipresent warmth of the house merging into his own heat brewing inside of him.

  CHAPTER 2

  “Here, have a seat,” said the woman. “My name is Stella, it’s nice to meet you.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m Dan, likewise.” He shook the woman’s hand, and took a quick look around her living room. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, with artifacts and tapestries that seemed to belong to another time period, or another world. It was all neat and orderly, but still somehow managed to have a chaotic feel to it.