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Halloween Mom

By: knightjuggalo



Hello all this is my Halloween story. I am 23 years old and I love my mom. She is a real babe at just 40 she has shoulder length blonde hair, brown eyes, beautiful 36C breasts, shaved pussy, and a great ass. My story all started when my mom was getting ready to go to a costume party at a friend's house. She decided to go as a clown and was upstairs putting on her makeup and getting her little clown outfit all ready. I was downstairs watching TV since I had nothing else to do. Mom came downstairs all dressed up and came into the living room. She asked me how she looked? I told her she looked great and that she was the best looking clown I had ever seen. Now one of my biggest turn ons is clowns. I don't know why but whenever I see one I become aroused and I had just grew a massive stiffy looking at her. She told me where the party was going to be and asked me if I wanted to come along. I made up some excuse about not having a costume. She was like ok but your going to miss a lot of fun and who knows maybe you will hook up with someone. I thanked her for the invite but still turned down the offer. Mom said ok well I am going to take off to the party now don't wait up for me I might not be coming home. 

As soon as mom left I started to think about the possibility of getting hooked up with some girl for some action tonight. I soon decided to go find me a costume and go to the party after all. I drove to a local costume shop and found a full facemask Frankenstein mask and black outfit. I went home and put on the black outfit and got in my car and headed to the party. I got close to the party and decided I was going to surprise my mom and not let her know I was there so I put the mask on before I pulled into the driveway. I went to the door and knocked and was let into the house by a sexy vampire.

After wandering around in the house for a while I finally found my mom talking to one of her girlfriends from work. I walked up and started talking to them the mask muffling my voice so it wouldn't be recognized. I asked them if I could get them anything to drink then went and got what they asked for. I spent most of the night talking to them hoping to hook up with mom's friend. She unfortunately had to work the next day so she left early. I was getting ready to leave when my mom asked me if I could take her home she wasn't drunk but didn't want to drive home. I agreed to take her home not knowing that my mom was putting the ball in motion for one interesting night.

She wanted to take her car home which was fine with me I didn't want her to recognize mine. She gave me directions on how to get to her/our house and we took off. We were no more out of the driveway when she started talking about her love life and how she hadn't had a steady relationship since my father had dumped her when he found out she was pregnant with me. She then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and let her hand drop to my balls and groped me a little bit. She said oh somebody is a little excited. I explained to her the whole deal about the clowns and she was like ok. She then asked me have you ever had sex with a clown? To which I replied no. She then said would you like to by this time I new I should have told her who I was but I was so aroused so I said yes I would like to. She then reached down and pulled her top up and flashed me her beautiful breasts I reached over and caressed one of them in my hand. After awhile she leaned down in the seat and undid my pants and released my 7 1/2in cock. She took my cock in her hand and started stroking it with her hand up and down giving me a great hand job. She looked at me then and said are you sure you can find my house? I said sure. She said good and then put the head of my dick between her beautiful lips and started to suck me into her mouth. Deepthroating me down to my balls. Then slowly pulling me out of her mouth and doing it again. While she was doing that her tongue was like a snake licking all over my cock after about 15 minutes I pulled into the driveway. She tucked my cock back into my pants and asked me to come inside to have some more fun.

She unlocked the door and called to me. When I didn't answer she assumed I wasn't home and grabbed my hand and lead me to her room. Once there she had me sit on the bed and she performed a little strip tease for me. She then said she was going to take her makeup off but I told her no leave it on. So instead of going to the bathroom to wash her face she came over to the bed and sat next to me and asked me to take the mask off? I told her I would rather not do that. She questioned why not? At this point it doesn't really matter what you look like I'm going to sleep with you no matter what. She then grabbed the edge of the mask and slowly pulled it away from my face. Once the mask was off and she could see my face she turned white and screamed. Not knowing what to do I just sat there. She started yelling at me with things like how could you trick me like that? Why didn't you stop me when we were in the car? To which I replied because you were enjoying yourself and so was I so I saw no reason to. She said but I'm your mother. I said yeah so what were both consenting adults. She said mothers aren't supposed to do that kind of thing with their child. Why not I replied just because some law says not to? We break other laws all the time without meaning to so what's the difference I love you and you love me. Why not make love to the person you love? She stopped and thought about it and agreed that I was right.

I leaned over to kiss her and she did not resist. My hands quickly went to her breasts as she undid my pants. She pushed me away and told me to lie down that she wanted to finish what she had started in the car. She then took my dick into her and swallowed me up hole. She took my cock out of her mouth and started to lick all over it and then she took it back into her mouth sucking on it with a powerful vacuum. I told her I was about to cum. She started sucking harder and faster reaching down and rubbing my balls. I shot off my first spurt of semen into her mouth she continued to suck me until every drop of cum was gone. She then let my cock slide out of her mouth with a loud popping noise.

She lay there beside me and said you were right that was nice. I told her its not over yet you said you were going to fuck me no matter what remember. She said yes I remember but you just came. I said yeah so what and pointed to my dick which was rock hard again. She looked into my eyes and said you do have a thing for clowns don't you? To which I replied it's not just because of the clown makeup it's also was because I was with a gorgeous woman. She leaned over and kissed me then straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy until the lips touched the head of my dick and she stopped and said are you sure you want to do this? My reply was a thrust upward into her tight pussy she moaned as she sat down on my dick and bounced up and down riding me like a cowgirl. Sliding my dick out all the way until just the head was in then sliding down again. I looked at her and told her I wanted to do it doggy style she climbed off me and got on all fours.

I climbed up behind her and slowly slid my dick into her. I started thrusting into her as fast as I could she started to moan and she said I'm cumming I just kept thrusting into her and reached around to fondle her tits. I then stuck my finger in my mouth and got it all wet and slowly worked it into her ass and started to finger fuck her ass while fucking her she immediately went into another orgasm she started pushing back as hard as she could trying to help me go faster. I was getting close to cumming again so I asked if I could titty fuck her? She said sure and rolled over unto her back. I straddled her stomach and pushed her tits together and started thrusting into her tits while she leaned her head forward and licked the head of my dick after a couple minutes of this I started to cum and mom opened her mouth to catch it. After I was finished I climbed of her and thanked her for being the greatest lover ever she smiled and said you to lover. We went to sleep that night cuddled in each other's arms.

The next morning I woke up and mom was gone. I had a morning wood and was about to beat off when mom came into the room. She looked at my dick, smiled, and said god does that thing ever stay down? I looked at her and said no not when you're around. She smiled and said well I don't even have any makeup on for you now I told her I don't care your beautiful without it. She walked over to the bed and said here let me help you with that and wrapped her hand around my dick and started to jerk me off nice and fast. She then took the head of my dick into her mouth and started sucking I came in a matter of seconds. She swallowed every drop and said well I guess I better buy some more makeup so I can be a clown for my baby more often. We both laughed at this. Then went downstairs for breakfast I ate her out while she cooked we spent the rest of the day fucking and sucking except for a quick trip to the costume shop for some more makeup.

Halloween Mom



Hi, this is my official entry in the LITEROTICA HALLOWEEN CONTEST. It's of course up to you, the reader, who, through your votes, will decide the winners. Please read, comment and vote on as many of these contest stories as you can.

WARNING: This story is an Incest Category story that also includes nonconsensual sex between two family members. In keeping with the Halloween theme this story is somewhat darker than my usual fare. It runs about three and one half Literotica pages long.  

Please enjoy...and then I ask that you take the time to cast your vote and I also invite you to send me your comments.

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HALLOWEEN NIGHT - OCTOBER 31st 2007 

It's hard to believe it's been a year since that fateful night. Almost impossible to comprehend the changes that have occurred in my life, in my outlook on life, on who I've become...on what I've become...on the horrible things I've done...

I'm going to drink from her breasts tonight...those beautiful orbs that are filled with thick, delicious creamy milk that her body has manufactured for my sister. 

Then I'm going to make love with her...unmasked at last.

I think I finally decided to do it simply because I had a bigger penis than my dad. To prove that you can't fuck around with the Miller men. For the family's honor. For my grandfather... and my great grandfather... and my great, great grandfather...and my...

But of course it was never really as simple as that. You don't decide to fuck your mother because your cock is bigger than your father's.

Oh, I could blame Mr. Parker, Mr. Graham fucking Parker with his smooth talk and his oily manner. With his fat prick. What an asshole he was! But I made him pay.

Or I could blame mom for letting the bastard, her boss, fuck her. I could blame her for making dad a cuckold, for making yours truly the son of a cuckold. 

Or blame dad for letting another man stick his cock in his wife. I mean what kind of man lets another man cum between his wife's legs? What would have granddad Miller thought of that?

Or I could look in the mirror...

You know, I'd always believed we were a pretty typical family. A happy family. The Stan Millers of Roanoke, Virginia, U.S.A.....

JUNE 2006, ROANOKE, VIRGINIA

At the time it all started, my dad, Stanley Albert Miller, was a forty year old C.P.A./Financial Adviser who owned his own successful company and had a beautiful, intelligent wife and an eighteen year old son. Who had coached his sons Little League baseball team and who had liked nothing better than spending his Saturday or Sunday afternoons teaching his son the finer points of angling. Who, though quiet, was respected by just about everyone who met him. He was a Shriner.

And his wife Patricia, my mom, a smiling extrovert, popular with everyone, who'd had a child as a seventeen year old high school senior, yours truly in fact, then had juggled school and me over the next five years before joining the labor force when I'd started kindergarten. And then she had never looked back.

They never had another child after I had appeared. Dad, a college junior at the time I was conceived, had run into mom, a neighbor girl he'd known forever, then a sixteen year old, at a college frat party. Somehow Dad, relatively innocent at the time, perhaps more so than the much younger Patricia Adams, impregnated mom before he got her home, then, with absolutely no regrets, married her three months later. Over the years I'd learned that Dad would have loved to have had more children but it had never happened.

And my guess was that he had never cheated on her, shit, probably he had never even thought about cheating on her in the almost twenty years since that night. He was happy. Successful. He loved his wife. Had a satisfying sex life. Was proud of his son. He had lots of friends. He was living the American dream! He didn't know, or at least didn't let on, that his wife had made him a cuckold.

And then there was me, William (Will) Albert Stanley Miller, named after three generations of Miller men. I was the kid who grew up on a tree lined street of beautiful, single family homes each on their own half acre meticulously manicured lot. A house that had a pool and a pool table. A house big enough that the only son of the family didn't just have a large private bedroom, but actually his own suite that included a bedroom, a playroom/library, and a full bathroom with shower and sauna. In my own wing of the house.

Who, lets face it, grew up spoiled, not wanting for anything. Who rode around town on his motorcycle with lots of spending money in his pocket. 

I was eighteen when it happened, I had a cute girlfriend, got pretty good marks in school, was the clean-up hitting first baseman of our high school team...I had already slept with two women. 

The first, a college coed from New York had taken my virginity on a Florida beach a week after my eighteenth birthday during our annual family Easter vacation. And in spite of my awkward first attempts at lovemaking she had been tender and kind and encouraging, and it must have been good for her because we'd spent the remaining seven days of the vacation locked in each others arms. Mom and dad had looked on knowingly, maybe sad that my manhood signaled the beginning of the end of my dependence upon them, but I think also happy to see how uncomplicated my transition to a sexual being had been.

My girlfriend Susie, who I'd been dating on and off for a couple of years, succumbed to my entreaties two weeks after I'd returned home from Florida. She was bowled away by my sudden confidence in matters sexual. And it was good between us. Even great! In fact the sex we shared was much better than the rest of our relationship had ever been. 

It was a Tuesday afternoon when it happened, just three days left before our summer vacation was to start. Life was good. I had just wandered into the town center after school had finished that afternoon when I looked up and saw them fifty feet away across the square...

TUESDAY, JUNE 20TH, 2006 MOM AND MR. PARKER

Mom had gone to work for Mr. Parker's agency four years ago, in 2002, lured away from the real estate agency she'd worked at for ten years by promises made by the smooth talking owner/salesman. 

If I'd seen what I saw that late June day a year earlier it would have gone completely over my head. I never would have been sophisticated enough in the ways of men and women to have recognized the signs. But I hadn't been a year younger.

It was just a simple caress, a soft movement of his hand through mom's hair and then across her cheek. It was a cupping of her chin in his hand for a second as he bent and whispered something in her ear. The smile she gave him back that even I, at fifty feet away could recognize for what it was. A lovers moment!

My mother was fucking her asshole boss! The knowledge smashed into my brain, the conclusion unarguable. I stumbled away from the scene stunned, and then ended up a half hour later in my girlfriend Susie's room, with no memory of how I got there.

"Does your dad fool around?" I asked her, trying to sound casual, after we'd spent twenty minutes talking, listening to music and making out. I'd been shaking inside the whole time.

"Of course he does. Why do you think they got divorced? Mom too," she answered in a matter of fact voice. "They all do," she said with a teenager's complete confidence, then added, "they get married...then five or ten years later they start-"

"But-"

"Did you catch your old man fooling around? Is that what this is all about Will? Its normal ...they all do it."

"But surely your mom doesn't?" I pled.

"She's screwing Dr. Jacobs?"

"The dentist?" I asked incredulously.

"She's getting drilled twice a week is my sweet mom," she said with a laugh, then put her hand in my lap and asked, "Do you want to use your big drill on poor little Susie Dr. Miller?"

I did use my 'big drill' on Susie during the subsequent twenty minutes but I really hadn't wanted to. I'd wanted to tell her my parents had a perfect marriage ...that they never cheated... that they loved each other. As we lay on her bed afterward, naked, my sperm oozing from between her legs, she asked, "Is he as big as you?"

"Who?" I asked stupidly.

"Your daddy."

"My dad?"

"His prick. If he is its no wonder he's got all those women chasing him," she answered as she lifted my cock off my thigh. "Your mom is soooo lucky," she added, then closed her lips over my sticky cockhead.

But I knew he wasn't as big as me...and that it was mom who was doing the running around. How fucking lucky was that I asked myself as Susie hungrily swallowed my lengthening shaft?

The next day in homeroom class I looked around at my classmates and after doing a quick count realized the parents of at least eighteen out of the twenty-nine were divorced, maybe more. My best buddy Jimmy, whose parents weren't divorced, told me over lunch in the school cafeteria that his old man had a mistress. 

"But he's too old," I protested. "What about your mom? Does she know?"

"She must. But I don't think she really cares Will. I think she's probably happy about it. It just means she doesn't have to sleep with him so often, I don't think she's into sex," Jimmy said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"How do you know about his girlfriend? Who is she?"

"He left something lying around the house. Then I heard a telephone conversation," he said with a wink. "She's a college student."

"Your old man's fucking a coed? But he's sixty years old," I protested.

"It still gets hard at sixty Will. Or at least they want it to. Why the fuck do you think every second commercial on TV is for Viagra?" Before I could answer he added, "But if your old man is screwing around he's a fool. Your mom's the sexiest women within fifty miles."

"Screw off," I muttered.

"She is, she can have me any day she wants," he answered as he suggestively ran his hand up and down the crotch of his jeans.

If he hadn't been my best friend, and if we hadn't had a history of discussing women we'd like to fuck, of teasing each other, I might have clocked him. Instead I answered, "With that little thing you got, she wouldn't know you were in her."

"God I'd love to see her naked?" he continued with a leer. "What're her nipples like Will? Does she shave down there?" he asked, his questions staccato like, with an evil smile, clearly trying to get a rise out of me. We knew each other too well!

"Fuck you," I grumbled but it wasn't Jimmy who had me pissed off. It was Mr. fucking Parker!

The truth is I'd seen dad naked fairly recently. Just last month. After we'd played tennis at the club and were showering. That's why I knew I was bigger. But I'd never seen mom naked...in a bikini yeah, or in her bra, but not naked. I'd heard them making love once but that was years ago, almost before I even knew what it was all about. But I'd never thought of my mom as a sexual being before. I had never felt the slightest sexual attraction towards her. She was just mom.

Yeah my buddies had teased me about her a bit...had more than once said the same kinds of things Jimmy had just said. Mom was the youngest, and by far the hottest mother, among my circle of friends, even I had recognized that. But it had never translated into any feelings on my part. Screw your mom? Yuck, I'd thought.

Was she really that sexy I wondered as I sat in class that afternoon? It was Wednesday, June 21st, 2006, and in two days my junior year of high school would be finished and I'd be free for the summer. One more year and then I'd be off to University. I was eighteen years old. The world shoulda been my oyster. But I'd just found out my mom was cheating on dad. Screwing her boss. And I knew I just had to do something about it!

SUMMER of 2006 - SPYING

It was just a typical evening at the Miller house that Wednesday night, Dad grilling ribs and veggies on the BBQ on the patio by the pool while Mom threw together a salad and opened a bottle of wine. Everything was pretty normal except the crazy thoughts that were bouncing around inside my head.

Sipping a coke while I talked sports with dad, my eyes kept drifting through the open patio doors to mom as she moved back and forth in the kitchen. She was still dressed in her normal work clothes, one of her many suits that said just screamed 'top real estate agent'. Today she'd worn an ivory colored French cut outfit that featured a soft, three button jacket over matching linen skirt.

"Hey you, lazyones, I could use some help," she yelled through the doors at me. 

"Can you set the table honey, pour the wine, I'm just going to run up and change?" she asked when I wandered in, and then as she started out of the room I watched as she undid the top button of her jacket. But then she turned back and leaned over and grabbed a fat slice of tomato from the salad and popped it in her mouth. 

When she had leaned over I saw that all she had on under her jacket was a pale yellow, lace demi-bra. Her breasts were spilling out of it! Full, ripe breasts that were much bigger than Susie's. For the first time in my life I felt the sexual aura my mom threw off. I let this new feeling roll over me as my cock lengthened in my shorts, as I started to understand what Jimmy had been talking about at lunch.

"You're not looking bad for an old chick ma," I said to her back as she started to move away, the type of teasing line that she was used to receiving from her only son. But as I gave her the wolf whistle my eyes were aware of every curve on my mom's perfectly put together butt. And my whistle had a hard-on behind it.

"Yeah right," she laughed as she looked back, but there was a happy gleam in her eyes.

When she came back five minutes later her long black hair had been released and was bouncing wildly over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Mom was one of those women who look good in anything and even dressed simply in a short skirt and shiny scarlet cami looked not only gorgeous but also ten years younger than her thirty-six years. 

A trace of perfume wafted in her wake as she passed me as she walked over and then bent and hugged dad.

"Wow!" Dad exclaimed playfully, than gave me a leering look as he pulled his wife of twenty years down onto his lap.

"Stop it," mom laughed as she leaned back into her husband's warm embrace. Her pleated white skirt, a short mini style tennis cut, danced up her golden thighs as her sandaled feet were lifted off the floor. Laughing happily, they were both oblivious to the hungry stare their son's eyes were directing at the small, lacy vee of yellow cloth that was suddenly exposed. A piece of cloth that just seemed to highlight the triangle of pubic fur that was a dark, ominous shadow that easily was visible beneath it.

"Don't you wish you had one of these Will?" dad joked when he and mom broke their embrace.

"They broke the mold dad, I'll never find anyone like mom," I teased back, my smile as tight as my pants seemed to be over my straining cock.

"You've got Susie, she's lovely," mom said as she got up off dad's lap patting her skirt down. But even I could hear mom's underlying thought that 'she's not nearly good enough for myyyy son'.

"Let's eat," dad ordered.

I dreamt of making love with my mother for the first time that night. Then I woke up near dawn groaning as my penis spurted out its creamy tribute to her allure. 

In the days and weeks that followed I realized I was as mad at dad as I was at mom and her asshole boss. As I started to spy on my parents I couldn't help asking myself what kind of man would let his wife sleep around with who knows how many different men? Susie's stories about her mother's escapades had made me assume the worst about my mom. How many others were there? Who were they? Were other men making dad, and indirectly me, a fool? Were they laughing at us? How long had she been doing this? 

I was angry and embarrassed. I hated to see mom go out the door in the morning as I wondered if she was on her way to sleep with her boss. Or someone else. Watching dad I realized he would never be able to stop his wife's sexual roving, that it was up to another Miller man to bring his wife to heel. That it was up to me to punish the philandering bastard who, every time he thrust his cock between mom's thighs, was shaming me.

Do you know that a normal American citizen, who is willing to spend a couple of thousand bucks in twenty-first century America, can buy himself enough spy gear to stock a good sized P.I. agency. I found that I, an eighteen year old Virginia teenager, could just log on to the internet and buy just about anything I needed. Cheaply! Like:

-miniature pinhole wireless cameras

-microphones

-wireless UHF telephone bugs

-digital GPS car tracking 'real time' devices

So I bought some!

I started with dad and mom's bedroom and bathroom, installing wireless cameras with microphones that could be both recorded to tape as well as watched live on my laptop. The stuff had only arrived on the 29th of June, a Thursday, the Fed-Ex package actually signed for innocently by mom. "Just some computer stuff ma," I'd answered casually to her question of what I'd bought.

"Speaking of computers dear, you've got to get mine organized, I'm having some serious problems," she'd answered.

"Sure, you want me to do it tonight?" I asked. And so, that night, I, the ever helpful son, got total access to her desktop in the den and her ever present laptop. I memorized the passwords to her e-mail and date book, her bank accounts, hell everything.  

Then I figured out how to use the new stuff I'd bought the next day, and then, when dad and mom were out Saturday afternoon, I installed the bugs and cameras in their bedroom and bathroom. What a son!

Then I watched, alternatively ashamed and excited, as my father made love to my mother that night. A grainy porno film gone wrong! Lying in my own bed, stroking myself to orgasm as dad's hips thrust urgently into his moaning wife. It was a disgusting, unforgivable invasion of privacy! My cock was bigger than dads. I knew I'd be able to satisfy her better than he ever could.

I have to warn you -- you'll never look at your parents the same way if it ever happens to you. Voyeurism can almost turn into a disease. Watching your mother's tits and nipples and mouth and cunt and ass being touched and penetrated. Aroused and licked. Fucked. 

Watching your mother on her knees between the legs of your father, her lips opening to take in his prick, disgusts you even as it excites. Hearing her cry out, 'Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard with your big prick', was so contrary to everything she'd always represented to me all my life. And yet I watched -- spellbound. Wishing it was my cock in her mouth.

How can I describe my parent's sex life? I'd had no idea what was normal for a couple that had been married twenty years. On the one hand, a boy has porn films he invariably has been exposed to as a reference. But even I, at eighteen, knew that the actions of porn stars cavorting through every conceivable coupling wasn't even remotely close to reality.

And my own experiences were too new and too personal to represent some 'normal' level of sexual activity that I could compare to my parents.

I watched over those summer weeks. I learned their routines, their sexual likes and dislikes. Heard stuff a boy should never know about his parents. 

They averaged out to sex twice a week. Usually a Thursday or Friday night and then most Sunday nights. Dad loved to have mom take him into her mouth prior to intercourse but she almost never let him come in her mouth. It was foreplay. Dad didn't like going down on mom, from her comments it clearly was a long standing but relatively small bone of contention between them.




Halloween Mom



They weren't very athletic in their couplings. No Kama Sutra of positions between the Millers! Missionary position and doggie style was their complete repertoire. The Sunday sex usually involved only one male orgasm but the Thursday or Friday ones usually featured two and once even three male spurtings.

Dad's cock seemed relatively average, both in girth and length. Maybe six inches fully erect. It seemed to work fine.

They seemed to enjoy the sex. There was never any angry words, no recriminating accusations. They invariably fell asleep smiling in each others arms. But somehow it just wasn't...I don't know, maybe intense is the word I'm looking for. It lacked passion...violence...need.

And I noticed that Mother hardly ever had an orgasm during sex, and when she did it was invariably produced by the urgent manipulation of her clitoris by her fingers as dad fucked her doggie style. It was clear from watching that her sex drive was significantly greater than dad's.

Watching spellbound in my room, knowing that mother was going elsewhere for sex, I couldn't help but mutter advice as I watched my father with mom. As I stroked my own long penis to the rhythms of mother's sexual groans I'd yell out unheard instructions to dad.

"Not yet...no, don't do that...slower...faster...," an endless litany that I hoped would somehow be heard and understood, and then acted on by dad.

And yet he'd invariably cum before mom was ready, and well before my cock was ready to spew out its load of thick cum. It simply became clear as the days and weeks passed that if I didn't want mom to stray in the future that I'd have to give her what she needed myself. Whether she wanted me to or not! 

What's worse, I'd asked myself endlessly as the days had passed, to have my mom sleeping around town disgracing herself and belittling dad, shaming our family, or for me, her son, satisfying her carnal needs with taboo incestuous couplings?

As to her extramarital affairs it soon became clear that her sexual trysts were rare exceptions in an otherwise normal life. Her phone calls, her e-mails, her instant messaging revealed nothing of a sexual nature, instead simply became for me a boring task of sifting through screens of uninteresting correspondence.

Even the camera and bugs I'd placed in moms office the second week had yielded nothing more than the odd comment between the lovers that simply confirmed my suspicions that something was going on. But no real proof!

It was mom's 2006 date book and calendar that finally gave me my first true clue. Kept on her computer and accessible from home and her office and her BlackBerry, I scoured through every entry for 2006. The only anomalies I could find were small red stars that appeared eight different times over the six plus months. There was never any name or other notation next to them. They occurred randomly, but generally there seemed to be one every three or four weeks.

Quick crosschecking of Dad's date book and his American Express receipts showed that dad had been out of town on all eight days that a star appeared in mom's book. 

It was on July the twelfth when I figured out the stars. Checking again, I saw the last one had been on June twentieth, the same day I'd seen them across the square. Quickly I realized that the tender caress I'd seen that day had been simply the denouement of an afternoon of infidelity. Parker's cum had probably been sliding down mom's thigh as I'd watched them from across the square!

I also immediately realized as I plotted the dates of their meetings that if the two continued to form they were due for another rendezvous any day.

I simply watched and waited!

I had also learned quite a bit about Graham Parker during my weeks of spying. Married, with four children aged seven to sixteen; I soon found that the forty-nine year old wasn't cheating just with mom. Monitoring his phone conversations it was clear he was one of those middle-aged married salesmen who figure it's their duty to try their sales lines on every member of the opposite sex they meet. 

I followed him one Friday night in July when he came out of one of the local pickup bars around eleven with his arm around a forty something blond. A blond I immediately recognized as the divorced mother of one of my classmates. I tried to follow him that night on my motorcycle but once out of town and winding through the forested foothills it was impossible to keep up with him without giving myself away. So I let him go that night.

But then found out two days later (from a casual question I asked mom) that he owned a small cabin fifteen miles out of town, deep in the woods, a private lair on a small stream that was almost impossible to find without a map. Driving out to scout the location I knew immediately it was where he took my mom. That this one room cabin, with a washroom and small open kitchen, but dominated by a queen sized bed that sat proudly in the center of the room, was where my mother lay back and opened her legs and let another man defile her. 

I wanted to burn the shack down. Instead, I installed one of my wireless, pinhole cameras before I left. Right next to the bed.

I continued to wait, and then, finally, during dinner, on Sunday, July 23rd I heard dad tell mom that he'd be going to Richmond on the following Wednesday, that he even might have to stay overnight. At ten-thirty seven that night, while my father was in the shower, my mother sent an e-mail to her boss, it had no message, instead there was simply a red star next to the letter W. 

Then, when dad emerged smiling from the shower, mom playfully pulled the towel from around my father's middle and sank to the carpet in front of him. I watched as her mouth engulfed his hardness. She swallowed dad's cum that night. Even dad could sense mom's wanton playfulness.

******

I'd assumed that Parker's cabin was going to be their destination and I wasn't disappointed. They'd left the office together at ten thirty in the morning, ostensibly to visit some properties (or so I heard them tell the agencies secretary through my hidden mike) but neither could hide their hungry smiles as they slipped into Parker's Mercedes.

I raced ahead and had reached the cabin and had hidden myself when Parkers car bounced up the last fifty yards of the rutted path ten minutes later. I'd already turned on the camera.

And then I'd sat back and watched the cabin for over a half hour, the whole time fighting the urge to sneak up to the window and watch them. But I knew my camera was rolling.

But then suddenly the door opened and mother backed out into the sunlight. I watched her as she talked to the still hidden Parker, then heard her laugh as she turned and then ran laughing to the river bank. She was naked!

He followed...also naked...his penis sticking out, his engorged cock pointing the way as he chased mom into the water. It was bigger than dad's, both longer and thicker. If I'd had a gun in my hands that day Mr. Graham Parker would have been dickless before his feet hit the water. 

And yet I did nothing. Instead I watched him pull my willing, giggling mom into his arms. I watched as her lips urgently sought out his. I watched as he carried her wet naked body to the grassy bank.

"Little slut," he laughingly said, his loud words echoing around the clearing as he forced mom to her knees before him. "Suck it!" he ordered as his hands grabbed handfuls of mom's flowing hair.

"Make me," she challenged back, her eyes gleaming in excitement as they looked up at the man towering above her.

"Eat it bitch," Parker yelled than cracked his palm against her cheek.

"Bastard," she hissed back but then hungrily attacked the angry red, blood filled cylinder of meat that faced her. I watched stunned, both by the violence of the slap and the angry language, and by the way mom devoured the thick cock. Nothing I'd seen in the weeks of watching mom and dad had prepared me for this new animalistic woman on her knees. She was a woman I'd never encountered before.

"Enough," Parker finally cried, then pushed mom's mouth off his prick before roughly pushing her face down onto the grass. "On your stomach slut," he ordered, then moved behind Mrs. Stanley Miller and brought his saliva coated penis towards the crack in her butt.

"In your ass today slut?" he asked as he slid his cock between mom's cheeks.

"Fuck you."

"No, I think I'll save that for later," he laughed as he rammed his cock into my mother's pussy.

It went on and on. I watched spellbound as he slapped mom's ass repeatedly as his cock spat his filthy cum inside her. Watched afterwards when she cleaned his prick with her tongue. 

I masturbated as I watched. I couldn't help it. With tears running down my cheeks. Realizing suddenly that I wanted to fuck my mother as badly as I wanted to kill the prick who was grinding his body on top of her.

All that afternoon they continued. My mother screamed out her orgasms...her satisfaction a series of loud moans interspersed with vile, coarse demands. I came four times while I watched. And as I watched I started to make plans...

AUGUST - MR. PARKER

I'd been spying on Mr. Parker too of course. Knew that it wasn't just mom that this middle aged Romeo was fucking. But it was mom he was going to pay for. And when it happened he was going to know exactly who and what he was paying for.

It was mid August, three weeks after I'd followed him and mom to the cabin in the woods, three weeks since I'd got proof positive he was screwing my mom. It was time for him to pay for his transgressions!

Mom and Dad had gone to the Big Apple for a two week holiday in mid August, leaving me alone to mind the store as dad had so aptly put it.

"I can't come?" I'd asked when they'd told me, not wanting to miss a chance to spend some time in New York.

"You got a job junior," Dad had laughed in answer. "Besides, your mom and I have plans, private plans," he teased as he looked over at mom with his attempt at an evil, sexy leer.

So I stayed home. The Taser C-2, which I'd ordered as part of my plan, arrived on the Monday morning of their first week away. I'd charged the $389.99 to dad's Visa card, knowing he'd heartily approve the investment given the spate of robberies that had been occurring in our neighborhood lately. Protection for mom I'd tell him if he ever asked.

I still had the bug on Parker's office phone so I was easily able to follow his plans and movements. And it turned out to be ridiculously easy. When I checked the tapes Thursday night I heard him talking with his wife, going through a long, drawn out explanation about how he had to go to Richmond for the weekend. 

His next call was to a married woman who he'd sold a house in a town thirty miles away to three months earlier. I listened to the tape as the prick arranged a dirty weekend at the seashore with her. Heard him tell her how he'd booked a suite at the Marriott on Virginia Beach for the next night. 

They arranged to drive their own cars and meet there. "I'll be there by eleven sweetie," were his last promised words before hanging up. Not fucking likely I thought as I sat listening. The next morning I put my motorcycle in the back of dad's pickup and drove it out to the cabin in the woods where I left it hidden in the brush. My escape vehicle.

He came out of his office at seven thirty the next night, and was smiling broadly as he walked towards his car which was the only one left in the small, poorly lit parking lot behind his building. He thought he'd be getting laid in a few hours; instead I hit him with the Taser two seconds after he'd unlocked and opened the car door. It took another ten seconds to handcuff and gag him, then throw him unceremoniously into his trunk.

Thirty minutes later I pulled the Caddy up in front of his cabin. I hadn't been gentle with the car as I'd bounced up the rutted track. By the time Graham Parker started to come around he was naked, spread eagled, his arms and legs tied to the four corners of the bed. He was already starting to bruise from the pounding he'd taken in the trunk. Too fucking bad!

He awoke to find a tall, black clad man, his face completely masked, looming over him.

He was still woozy from the jolt of Tasered electricity he'd received and I simply watched silently as his slowly clearing eyes moved around the room and over me, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I think you got the wrong guy," he finally said, trying to sound confident but unable to hide the tremor of fear in his voice. His eyes were scared.

"Not if you're Mr. Graham Parker," I answered pleasantly, disguising my voice.

"Is this my cabin?" he asked, stalling, wondering what it was all about. "I don't have much money on me...I don't," he started to add but I smashed him in the face with a short hard jab of my left fist.

"What the fuck mister?" he cried as blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"I was hired to cut off your dick Graham."

"Hired? My dick?" he asked, his befuddlement clear in his eyes.

"Do you know happen to know a Mr. Stanley Miller?" I asked. His eyes flickered open in surprise at the name but he stayed quiet. "He took his wife to New York," I continued. "Felt it would be better if he wasn't in Roanoke when it happened."

"When what happened? Who are you?" he demanded as he flexed his arms and tested his restraints.

"It's nothing personal on my part Graham. It's simply my job," I said in the iciest tone the man had probably ever heard.

"I didn't do anything...we haven't done anything...I promise... ahhhhhh," his words stopped by a blow to his stomach.

"You've been sleeping with another man's wife Graham."

"It's her fault...Christ man, she's a slut...can't get enough of it...god, you must know what its like," he stammered, spittle flying from his mouth as he made his excuses.

"Her husband, the guy who hired you, he can hardly get it up," he added just before I smashed another fist into his face.

"Please," he pled, crying now, "I'm sorry...I won't ever touch her again."

"Not with your cock anyway," I said quietly as I pulled the blade from it's sheathe and held it up in the candlelight.

"Please...please mister... no, noooo I beg you," he screamed as his eyes followed the knife as it slowly descended towards his groin. Straining to free himself from the ropes, his body was arching off the bed as I brought the tip of the blade to his cock. He was sobbing as he watched me draw the sharp point from the fat base of his penis slowly upward, leaving a hair line of blood in its wake.

He shit himself!

I didn't kill Graham Parker that night. Nor did I cut off his cock. Nor even slit his sack and cut the balls from his body. I simply couldn't. I left him an hour later lying in his blood and urine and feces, blubbering like a baby, his nose broken.

As I drove away from the cabin that night on my motorcycle, the air whistling through my hair, I couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't be better if I'd killed the prick.

FALL 2006 -- PLANS

Mr. Parker never slept with my mother again! In fact, in mid September, after a huge argument he'd provoked, in front of the whole agency staff, he fired her. But he did give her a six month severance check!

Mom started work a week later at her old agency who'd been elated to have her back. Life returned to normal. School was back in, my senior year had started. I continued to fuck Susie but that was all it was now. And every time I pumped my cock between my girlfriend's legs it was mom's face I saw.

I'd practically stopped using the cameras to watch dad and mom making love that fall after school started. Instead I'd started to watch mom more and more when she was alone, naked coming out of the shower, or sitting naked on the toilet, or changing her clothes. Twice on film I'd caught her masturbating and as the weeks passed I could see her increasing frustration. The animal in her was stirring. I knew it was only a matter of time before she went looking for another man. I was getting ready.

HALLOWEEN PARTY

The Fitzroy's, Bob and Cathy, whose backyard backed directly onto ours, had held a neighborhood Halloween party for as long as I could remember. It was always held on the closest Saturday night to the 31st and that year it was to be held on October 28th.

The adults started to arrive at the Fitzroy's around nine p.m. Costumed and masked. It's strange what clean living, middle aged suburbanites will do when they have their faces masked and bodies costumed and a few drinks inside themselves. It was that one night of the year when they dared to do things that they couldn't or wouldn't do any other night of the year.

Jimmy and Susie and I had actually crashed it the year before, had moved anonymously through the crowds of adults for over an hour before we'd fled laughing back to the teenagers party at the White's house. I'd even danced with two women that night, had held them tight against me while they'd tried to guess which of their neighbors was holding them. So I was pretty sure that I'd be able to pass. I was worried that mom might recognize my voice but my drama club training and the way I'd fooled Parker had given me the confidence to believe I could fool her.

My plan had slowly evolved over those fall weeks, until I'd finally decided to fuck mom without her having any idea who it was who was doing her. Rape her anonymously.

I knew I'd be able to get her alone. And I knew that dad and a few of his cronies would end up in the Fitzroy basement watching TV and discussing sports after they'd had a couple of pints. Dad didn't do much dancing. 

10:55 p.m. OCTOBER 28TH HALLOWEEN PARTY, the FITZROYS

I watched silently as mom left the kitchen and slipped out the patio doors and started to move across the backyard towards the gap in the hedge that led to our yard. She was caught for a second by a short overweight guy who sported a George Bush mask. I thought it might be Mr. Boyd, our car insurance agent, and I had to laugh as he danced her around in a circle before she eluded his grasp. I was a shadow, right behind her when she slipped into our yard. 

She was wearing a blond, pig tailed wig over her beautiful black hair, part of her Little Bo Peep costume that featured a knee length pleated skirt and white blouse from which a good third of her breasts spilled out the top. I was dressed as Zorro, a bearded and masked Zorro who's only sword was already hard and erect between my legs. 

"Stan...is that you Stan?" mom whispered as my hands circled her from behind and moved over her breasts.

"No," I mumbled through my mask, "Its not." I pulled her back hard against my body and my cock.

"Who is it?" she asked, still not terribly alarmed as she tried to turn her head. Halloween party shenanigans she was probably still thinking.

"Who would you like it to be?" I whispered seductively in her ear.

"Graham?" mom asked as I pushed her blouse and bra down and off her breasts. "Not here...stop it...please Graham," she pled as I cupped her naked breasts in my hands, then she started finally to struggle to escape.

"I've wanted you for years slut," I said huskily, pulling her back again so her bum was tight against my raging erection.

"You've had too much to drink...it's not funny...stop it, Christ, it was you who wanted to end it," she insisted, still thinking it was Graham who was mauling her. 

"I've watched you...with your husband...with Graham...with the others, I've always wanted to fuck you, fuck your hot little cunt," I growled as I pushed my hand under her skirt and panties and then roughly pushed a finger inside her.

"Are you crazy? Who is it? Charley? Don? Bob?" she demanded as she struggled to pull away.

"Slut," I growled as I put one hand over her mouth and then forced her body down onto our backyard lawn, tearing the thin panties from her as I bore her down.




Halloween Mom



"Here's a nice big, long, fat trick and treat for you Mrs. Miller," I hissed in her ear as I shoved my straining rod between her thighs and then up deep into her moist center. An anguished, muffled moan escaped from her mouth and into my hand as I started thrust savagely.

It took only seconds before I felt her insides open in welcome, before I felt the first moist lubricating discharge around my prick. I slapped her tight butt with my left hand as I thrust remorselessly inside her, then moved my other hand away from her mouth and down onto her tits.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Will you?" I whispered back. "Poor me, the father of two young children, married to a loving wife...lured by the town Jezebel into illicit sex in her backyard-"

"Bastard...who are you?" she hissed, but quietly. 

"The wife who's fucked half the husbands in the subdivision," I accused as I smashed my thighs against her bum.

"I haven't, they won't believe you... they'll believe me," she insisted. She was soaking now, her insides now straining to stretch wide for my pounding cock.

"Cum baby...cum like you used to for Graham up at his cabin," I urged as I felt the first tightening deep in my testicles.

"What cabin," mom protested, then cried when my palm smacked into her ass. Seconds later I felt her orgasm hit, an orgasm that exploded out from her center in waves that both squeezed and tightened ever further around my finally spurting cock.

"Get off me," mom finally ordered, panting, her body still pressed against the damp lawn, still speared by my rampant cock.

"Don't want to cum again Mrs. Miller?" I teased as I held her head down so her face was in the grass.

"I didn't," mom denied.

"I have more white sauce for my little Patty," I said with a laugh as I thrust in and out. Then I pulled out and sat kneeling between her legs. I smiled as she tried to scurry away and then caught her ankle just before she'd escaped. She tried to kick out but I simply twisted her ankle and forced her onto her back. There was as much excitement as there was fear reflected in her eyes as I stared down at her.

"I'll give you just five seconds...then I'm going to start screaming," she warned. "Five...four," she started as I got to my feet.

"Three...two..."

"Fuck you," I said as I bent and then hoisted my mother up on my shoulder and started to carry her towards the house.

"I'll scream, I will," she threatened softly.

"Too late for that now Mrs. Miller. Now where's your bedroom?"

"We can't...Stan will be home soon."

"Fuck Patty, your old man will be talking to his fishing buddies for the next two hours," I sneered, "he'll never miss you. Fuck, a woman like you and he's talking about fish," I added as I turned and moved towards my room. "Maybe we should call him and let him watch," I said as I marched down the hall towards my room.

"No...not that way...that's Will's room," mom protested as I walked into my bedroom and threw her down on my bed. "He could come home anytime...please..."

"Shit, he's going with that little Susie Woods girl isn't he? From what I've heard he's probably screwing both her and her mother about now."

"What? What do you mean?" mom asked, who, even while being raped, was still curious about news of her son.

"My wife heard he's fucking both of them, that he gets a doubleheader a couple of times a week," I lied. "Apparently she heard it direct from the horse's mouth when they were both getting their hair done."

"Susie's mom is having sex with Will?" mom asked as I pulled her costume from her body and then tied her to the bed.

"Apparently he's well hung," I said as I spread her legs.

"He is?"

"Not as big as me," I promised as I took my thick cock into my left hand.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the guy you've been looking for ever since good old Graham kicked you out," I said with a sneer.

"He didn't kick me out," mom denied, too proud to admit she'd been dumped.

"Did you ever ask yourself why he dumped you Patty? Why a loser like him would drop the sexiest woman in town?" I asked as I climbed on top of my tethered mother.

I could see in her eyes that she had asked herself the question. Like probably a thousand times since he'd broken off the affair.

"After I broke his nose he started to come around...started to agree with me that it probably wasn't a good idea banging one of his employees," I said scornfully as I pushed my fat cockhead between the engorged, cum covered lips of mom's vagina.

"His nose? It was you who broke it? He said he'd run into a protruding beam," mom said as she lifted her hips up off the bed in an unconscious welcome to the thick sausage that was disappearing inside her.

"He was crying when I ran the knife blade up his cock Mrs. Miller. Yes Patty, I think I can honestly report that Mr. fucking Graham Parker hasn't been chasing any married tail for the last little while."

"But why?" she asked.

"Cause I wanted you Patricia, now shut up and fuck me."

"Make me you bastard," she challenged as her ankles locked together behind my back.

I did! Our screams were echoing around the room when we both came five minutes later. 

There'd never been anything like this in my life before. It was as though some primeval gene had been awakened and set loose. Simply taking a woman whether she wanted to or not. Forcing her to like it. I realized that this was how sex should be. And I knew instinctively where this animalistic need had come from -- I'd inherited it from the woman lying, panting and sore, bruised and wet, needy and violent, open and dripping out my cum, on my bed. My mother. We were two of a kind.

"I want a set of keys," I ordered as I stood by the edge of the bed, feeding my sticky cock into mom's mouth, letting her clean it with her tongue.

"Why?" she asked after I'd pulled the saliva covered length slowly from between her lips.

"So when I want you I'll just come and get you Patty."

"I'm married...Stan, and Will. This was a mistake..."

"Fuck them...you're mine now," I said as I grabbed her arm and started to march her towards the front door, her body bruised and naked, my semen sliding down her thighs.

"Who are you, tell me," she pled, holding onto my arm as I went to leave through the front door. I'd taken a full set of keys from the hall table.

"I'm going to put my baby in you Patty," I promised as I let my eyes slowly run up and down her body.

"I hate you...I never want to see you again...I'll call the police...you're a bastard," were just some of the choice remarks my mom rained down on my departing back. 

2:45 a.m. PARENTS BEDROOM

"Where were you? Was it that bastard Parker?" Dad demanded, his hate for the man obvious. As I watched them on the grainy tape I realized that maybe dad had known what had been going on.

"No."

"Who was it then?"

"I don't know."

"You don't fucking know!" dad screamed. "Weren't your fucking eyes open?"

"He was in a costume."

"You had sex with someone and you don't even know who it was? Are you crazy?" Dad asked incredulously.

"He raped me," mom said softly.

"WHAT?"

"HE RAPED ME," mom repeated, then in a softer voice added, "he caught me in the back garden...on our side."

"But...who," dad stammered, clearly stunned by the unexpected charge.

"I was coming home to get a bottle of rum...some ice...they were running out, I took the shortcut through the hedge."

"Running out?" dad muttered, still in a state of shock from mom's use of the word rape.

"When I cut through the hedge...I had just got through and then he grabbed me from behind...he pushed me to the ground...he had a costume on Stan...a mask, he was so strong," mom said with tears in her voice.

"What'd he do?" dad asked woodenly.

"He was the man who was wearing the 'Zorro' costume...I'd seen him at the party earlier," mom said, ignoring dad's question.

"You mean he's one of our friends? One of our neighbors? Who was he?"

"You must have seen him?"

"The guy with the cape? The full face mask?" dad asked. "Yeah, I think so."

"I had seen him in the house earlier...dancing with the woman dressed as a bunny...by the bar...then by the pool later..." mom said softly.

"Christ he had a big hat on, his face was completely covered," dad remembered aloud. "I didn't talk to him, I didn't recognize him. He was tall though, I remember that."

"I didn't either," mom answered.

"What about his voice...shit, he's got to be one of our neighbors."

"It was muffled, the mask...and it was like he had something in his mouth. He said he'd wanted to...to have sex with me for years."

"What?"

"He said his wife had gone home to check on their kids...that he was going to fuck me-"

"He's married? He has kids Why didn't you scream?" dad demanded, his anger at mom creeping back into his voice.

"I tried to Stan...he slapped me, then taped my mouth...then he carried me into the house...up to Will's room."

"He raped you in the house? In Will's room? Where was Will?"

"YES! Yes he fucked me in your son's room. On his god damm bed. I don't know where Will was...at one of their parties. Who gives a shit Stan? He ripped the clothes from your wife and raped her. Twice!"

"He did it twice?" dad asked.

"Then he made me clean him...with my mouth...suck him. Lick his sperm from it."

Daddy finally came to, finally came out of his stunned funk and asked, "Jesus, are you okay honey? Did he hurt you?" I watched as he engulfed mom in his arms.

"Yes...no, not really," she whispered.

"I'll take you to the hospital," he offered as he stroked mom's hair.

"Noooooo," mom moaned.

"But-"

"I'll be okay...a bath...sleep."

"What about the police? You can't wash until-"

Mom didn't answer aloud but simply shook her head no. 

"Did he use a condom?" dad asked, but then continued when he'd read the answer in mom's eyes. "The bastard...the fucking bastard. What if he has AIDS or something else? I'll kill him when I find him," he threatened.

I watched as he filled the bath tub, then watched as he carried his wife and placed her softly in the soap filled water. I watched as he lovingly cleaned my sperm from her body. 

It's too late dad I wanted to yell, suddenly absolutely certain that my mother was going to have my baby. They didn't discuss the possibility of a child that night.

WE DO IT AGAIN...AND AGAIN...

As the days passed the two simply let the matter drop. Dad's original gung-ho claim he was going to find the perpetuator and kill him slowly slid away. Within a couple of nights they'd tacitly decided that it didn't matter, that it was simply an aberrant event that had randomly struck them and the only thing to do was try and forget it and leave it in the past.

Three weekends later dad left for his annual fall hunting trip with his buddies, a trip they'd gone on for over twenty years. I heard him offer to stay home. "Its okay sweetie, I'll just tell the boys something has come up. I'm not leaving you now."

"Don't be silly honey," my mom answered, "I'm fine now, it's all over, we can't stop living our lives." After a couple of minutes dad agreed, obviously relieved that he could still go. Mom had never told dad that her rapist had their house keys, nor told him that he'd promised to return. 

I waited til the Thursday night, the eve of dad's departure, before I told mom that Jimmy and I were driving to the coast for the weekend.

"But Will, I'd hoped you and I could spend some time together this weekend," she protested.

"I'm sorry...I'll stay if you absolutely need me," I'd answered in that needling tone that every American teenager uses with his parents when he wants something.

"No, no, you go," she'd quickly insisted, "I'll be fine. We'll do it another time." And as she said those words I couldn't help wondering if I hadn't seen a sly hope being born deep in my mom's eyes. 

******

She was lying naked on her back on top of her sheets when I entered her room just after midnight the next night. I was naked except for the full face mask I wore. My cock was fully erect. The only light in the room was a little street light that seeped through the opening in the curtains and some light from the hallway that slipped by the bedroom door that I'd left ajar.

I straddled her sleeping form, keeping most of my weight off her as I lifted first one, then her second hand, and attached them to the head posts of her bed with prepared ropes. My cock settled itself between mom's breasts as I worked.

"Nooooooo," mom wailed as she came awake and saw me above her.

"My little slut's been waiting for me hasn't she?" I gloated as I pushed her breasts together around my penis. 

"Bastard," she cried as she struggled to free her hands.

"Open your mouth Mrs. Miller," I ordered as I slid my cockhead upwards through her tits until it rested on her closed lips.

"You prick," she yelled, as I squeezed my fingers into her cheeks and forced her mouth wide open. Then I pushed my cock inside. Held her jaws wide as I shoved deep into her throat. She was gagging, fighting for breath when I finally pulled out and slid down her body. Then rammed my saliva coated cock deep inside.

She was squirming, writhing under my heavy body, her face contorted in anger as I continued to thrust hard upwards towards the womb that had carried me for so many months. Then she started to scream her pleasure. She was loving it.

"Is that all you have, you bastard?" she demanded after I'd shot a heavy load of sperm into her spasm-ing insides.

"More?" I teased as I ran my hands roughly and possessively over mom's breasts and then down into the sticky dampness between her legs.

"I hate you."

"You love it...you love my cock fucking you," I said as I pushed two fingers inside her.

"Why? You're married," she demanded.

"She's not like you...she's a cold bitch, I need a cock slut like you."

"I'm not," she denied even as she arched her hips up into my probing hand.

"We're made for each other bitch," I said as I untied her and laid her across my lap, then mixed caresses with sharp slaps to her firm, tight bum that I soon had glowing red under my onslaught.

I finally let her slip off my lap and down to her knees between my legs where she sat panting, her teary eyes staring at the snake again lengthening just inches from her mouth.

"It's ugly," she hissed as her left hand closed around him.

"You like it that he's so big don't you Patty," I teased, enjoying calling my mom by her first name. "Kiss it Patty, kiss the big cock."

"It's not that big," she insisted even as she started to pump me.

"It's better than Graham's isn't it? You should have seen him crying when I put my knife on it. He was afraid I was going to cut it off."

"You had no right." 

"Much bigger than your husbands," I boasted.

"I love him," mom answered between long, moist licks up and down my shaft.

I fucked her all night, finally leaving just as dawn was approaching. "I'll be back tonight...late...be ready," I warned as I left.

"I'll call the cops."

"Then you'll never feel this again," I said as I grabbed my penis and waved it at her.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"I'm the man who comes and fucks you when you need it, that's who I am," I answered.

"I have to know...please, if we're going to continue to do this..."

"Of course we're going to continue...when I want," I said as I left her room.

*****

She was waiting, naked, washed, and perfumed, her hair combed and lustrous, when I walked into her bedroom the next night. There were two candles casting romantic, flickering light on my body as I moved toward her bed. "Fuck me," she ordered, "fuck your little slut Patty."

I did! Then I took her ass. Mrs. Patricia Miller was in love with her son's cock! The respected real estate agent, the popular community mom, the loving wife, was unmasked, simply becoming a screaming dervish when impaled on her son's big cock. The reasoning human being was gone, the animal born.

In the weeks and months that followed we'd come together randomly. A crashing, violent, smashing together of two hungry animals. Lust and need. Love. Hunger. 

Then on Christmas day mom and dad announced to me that I was going to have a sister (or so they hoped). I acted suitably surprised even though I'd heard them discussing it for a couple of weeks. I'd heard worried, whispered conversations in their private sanctuary that my cameras and microphones had easily caught.

"It could be his," mom had said worriedly. "Maybe it would be better if I had an abortion."

"What if its mine...I've always wanted another."

"Another man's baby?"

"Its mine. I know it is," dad insisted.

"We could try again...later...after I take care-"

"Its murder," dad said, an imploring tone in his voice.

"Will is leaving next fall...we'll be all alone," mom conceded, "It would be nice to start again."

"I love you Patty," dad promised as his hand softly caressed my mother's stomach.

Over a couple of nights I listened to their soul searching, until they finally agreed they wanted it. Mum was going to have my baby. 

I continued to fuck her. Every two or three weeks I'd do her. No warning. At home...or I'd call and tell her to meet me at one of the houses she was showing...or at Graham's cabin. I loved the afternoon I spend sexing her on Graham's bed.

I was always masked. And strangely, after a while she stopped asking who I was. I think in some way it made the sex even better for her. 

In April, I told dad and mom I wasn't going to go to university the next fall.

"What?" they'd both screeched.

"I don't want to miss the first year of my sister's life, I'll go next year," I said quietly.

We argued for weeks until we came to an agreement: I'd take off one year but promised to go in September 2008. And I'd spend the year working for dad's company, learning the ropes. I'd worked there the last two summers and knew that dad loved having me there with him.

My sister Vanessa was born July 31st 2007, a seven pound nine ounce dark haired beauty. I was a father!

Three weeks later, in late August, masked, I sucked milk from my mother's breasts for the first time in almost twenty years, sucked at her fat teats even as my cock plunged repeatedly into her depths.

I enjoyed working full time, and was even able, with my knowledge of computers and the internet, to come up with some ideas to grow Dad's business. 

Dad was even approached by one of the big Carolina based banks in late September, a group interested in acquiring Miller Investments. Dad let me sit in on the meeting, a meeting in which he showed a complete lack of interest in their opening eighteen million dollar offer to buy him out. 

"Why would I sell?" he asked me later as he and mom and I ate dinner. "We got all the money we need and when I'm ready to retire you can take over." Mom agreed with him completely. They were both happy with life.

I was less so.

OCTOBER 31ST 2007 HALOWEEN

I walked quietly into the den at just past seven thirty that night. Mom hadn't known I'd already got home and I'd waited until she was feeding Vanessa, both breasts bared, before I'd entered the room. I watched for seconds silently until she looked up and noticed me.

"Will! I didn't know you were back," mom said as she tried to cover her unoccupied breast with her hand.

"She's always hungry, isn't she," I asked, as I watched my daughter's lips sucking noisily at her mother's nipple.

Mom, although she usually fed Vanessa wearing a garment that was more modest, wasn't particularly upset that I was watching. In the three months since my daughter's birth I'd often seen her at my mother's breast. 

"I'll say," mom agreed.

"She's lucky," I said with a smile as I sat down next to her on the couch. 

"Why?" mom asked, and I knew her well enough to know she was fishing for a compliment, even if I was her son.




Halloween Mom



"Can I have some?" I asked boldly, licking my lips.

"You're crazy, why would you want to do that?" she asked softly, not rejecting the idea completely. 

"I can't remember what it tastes like. Did you like it when I was a baby and suckled? What's it feel like? Is it different than when..." I let the question die as I slowly cupped mom's free breast.

"Different than what?" mom asked softly, her eyes boring into mine, not protesting my fingers as the stretched out her fat teat.

"Different than when it's a man and a woman...I mean different than if it was me and Susie," I answered, lowering my head to her breast even as my eyes remained locked on hers.

"It's different Will," mom whispered as my lips closed around her teat and I joined my daughter in drinking from mom.

"Oh baby," she groaned as I hungrily sucked in her creamy nourishment, as she held the back of my head cupped in her hand and held me tight against her fat tit.

We were both embarrassed, or at least feigned it, when I finally pulled back from her breast, a line of milk sliding down from the corner of my mouth.

I backed out of the room stuttering out half sentences, "I should shower...pick up Susie at nine...costume...I liked it...it tastes..."

Mom was blushing, I knew she was feeling the same animalistic desires as I. It was Halloween! 

*****

I took my time showering and getting ready. Of slowing putting the Zorro costume on. A costume that had lain hidden for months in a box at the back of my cupboard.

"Noooo! Not now," ma squealed when I entered her bedroom twenty minutes later. "Will's still here, Stan could be back any minute."

"Your husbands been delayed Mrs. Miller...in fact he won't be back tonight," I said in my rapists voice. I unswirled the cape from around me as I spoke, exposing my erect manhood that was protruding proudly from my open fly.

"Will's upstairs...he could come down any minute," mom wailed.

"You let him suck your breasts," I accused.

"You saw?"

"It's okay, I took care of him," I said ominously as I threw my hat across the room.

"What did you do?" mom demanded as she started towards me and the door behind me, fear for her son clear in her eyes.

"He'll be all right," I said soothingly as I grabbed one of her hands.

"And where's Stan?"

"It's our anniversary Patty, don't you remember?" I asked as I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I wasn't wearing underwear. I slowly forced her down, pushing on the top of her head until she finally fell to her knees between my legs. I undid the buttons on my shirt and then let it fall off my shoulders as her mouth opened and she took me in.

After a minute of licking my penis she spat it out and then looked up into my eyes and hissed, "God I hate you. You prick," she added as her saliva covered tongue reached out and licked a drop of pre cum from the tip of my straining cock. She bit down twice, just hard enough to hurt.

"Suck it slut," I ordered, suddenly speaking in my own voice, Will's voice, as I thrust between her lips. It took her three or four seconds before my words registered, and when she finally looked up at me, a confused look in her eyes, she saw me pulling the mask from my face.

She tried to scream out my name, but all her words were muffled as I held the sides of her head viselike in my hands, not allowing her to reject the cock that her genes had helped make. I finally pulled it slowly out.

"It was always you?" she asked, an almost manic gleam in her eyes.

"Yes mommy."

"You bastard," she hissed but I could see a strange happiness in her eyes.

"Did you think you could fuck the whole town without me finding out? Without me doing something?" I demanded as I pulled her to her feet.

"I could with your daddy," she answered as she leaned against me, challenging me with both her words and body.

"I'm the daddy now slut," I said derisively as I lifted her up and grabbing her ass moved her so my cockhead was at her slit.

"You're not...you can't...you're a boy...its against the law," my mother railed even as her hand slipped between our bodies and grabbed my cock.

"Put it in mommy," I ordered as I lifted her up and down, my strong hands easily holding her firm ass.

"Make me," she dared while squeezing the lips of her vagina over my bulbous cockhead that was glistening with pre cum and her saliva. 

It was different this time, even wilder and crazier than ever before. With both of us knowing that we were breaking every societal convention in this wild, incestuous coupling. There was no Halloween mask this time to hide our complicity, our perversions. 

"I LOVE YOU," my mother screamed when we finally orgasmed together ten minutes later. Of course she loved me. She'd made me...nurtured me...taught me...fucked me...

We slept together that night for the first time. We dreamed of each other even as our bodies lay side by side. She was smiling, a devilish look in her eyes, when I awoke the next morning. Her hand was around my erect cock.

"It poked me...woke me...your cock," were her first words.

"It wants another baby...so do I," I said sleepily.

"Good," she answered as she rolled on top of me and directed my cock inside her.

*****

An hour...or maybe two hours later she asked, "What are we going to do? About daddy? Gosh, he'll be home soon..."

"Daddy's gone."

"What do you mean? Gone where?" she asked.

"It wasn't working...he was too old... he's passed now," I told my mother, my lover, my wife, my slave...

"Passed where?"

It hadn't been an easy decision, hell I'd loved my dad. But he'd had a pretty good life. And how happy would he have been when he found out his wife was sleeping with his son? It was better this way for him.

And he hadn't suffered...I'd made sure of that. His body would be found...maybe not for a month or two...but it'd be found...he'd be buried...everything would work out for him.

We'd probably sell the company after a couple of months...we each got fifty percent under dad's will...Maybe move to Hawaii...that'd be a great place to raise two daughters...

I'd take care of his wife...she certainly wouldn't be sleeping with anyone but a Miller man from now on...

"What'd you do?" mom asked.

"We'll talk later mom," I answered as I pushed her back down onto the bed

THE END

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Halloween Moon



Regina and I have several classes together at the local college. She has been trying to get me to go different places with her for a long time. I like her well enough, I mean heck, I think I'm actually in love with her. I get this silly mushy feeling every time I get around her. She's about as pretty and sexy as they come. She's a tall girl with long slender legs, a slim waist, and enough boobs to choke an alligator. I feel a deep burning desire to touch those breasts every time I see her. They're perfectly shaped globes of sexuality. I don't know; they may be loaded with plastic, but I'd damn sure like to find out for myself. But something about her scares me.

Well, it's not really her that scares me so much; it's her friends and their beliefs. They're witches, Wiccas. I'm a Christian. Even though I'm wild about Reggie, that's what everybody calls her, our friends and families would not mesh.

If my family even suspected how I felt about Reggie, there would be a serious problem because I am also female. I know; this is completely against my religious upbringing, but I can't help it, I'm really crazy about the girl.

I don't know what to do except try to stay away from her. But that isn't working because when she's not around, I'm thinking about her, besides, I see her every day in class. I have resigned myself to the fact; a relationship with her simply can never happen and I'll have to be content with getting to look at her once in a while.

It's not easy, every time I see Reggie I want to tell her how I feel about her. That scares me too because I don't think she's gay. It's not like she's trying to get me to go out on a date with her, she's just trying to get me to go to some of the things she and her friends go to.

#

Last Friday was a special night; it was Halloween. My little brother was so excited about going trick-or-treating he could hardly wait for the sun to begin to set. I had promised to take him around the neighborhood to claim his bag of goodies.

The cold light of a full moon softly shone through the nearly bare tree branches, playing eerie shadows across the lawns, sidewalks, and streets of the neighborhood. Every time the breeze blew, the tree limbs would move. The shadows dancing around us scared my little brother. I had to laugh at the little fellow; he kept walking closer and closer to me.

On one front porch, a plastic skeleton moved and spoke. It screamed, "What do you want?"

Poor little Randy nearly messed his pants, screamed, and tried to climb inside my coat. I tried not to laugh at him, but I couldn't help it. It took me a while to get him calmed down enough to go to the last few houses on our street.

The next to the last house was the one that took me by surprise. The woman who answered Randy's quiet knock on the door was beautiful. It was Reggie! It surprised me because that's not where she lived. She was wearing a long, flowing dress made of some kind of nearly transparent, shiny royal-purple fabric. She looked absolutely stunning in the sexy dress. I could see she was wearing nothing under it except a black-satin thong. I could also see her nipples trying to press their way through the thin fabric as the cool breeze blew through the open door. I was getting more excited than a mosquito at a nudist colony. Finally, I got my breath back enough to speak. "Reggie! What are you doing here?" I asked.

"My friend Tonya lives here. I'm helping her with the trick-or-treaters while she gets things ready for our ceremony tonight," she answered.

"I didn't know Tonya was one of your friends," I replied.

"Oh yeah, for a long time," Reggie said.

"I mean, I didn't know she was a witch," I said.

"I know what you meant. And the word is Wicca. We're just like everyone else, except we have a few beliefs most people consider strange," she said.

"I didn't mean to offend you," I apologized.

"You didn't. We're going to be starting around 10:00. Why don't you come back? You'll have fun and see what I'm talking about," she said.

"You know that kinda stuff ain't for me," I replied.

The whole time we were talking, little Randy was standing there below us, holding his goody bag open, and quietly repeating, "Trick or treat, trick or treat, trick or treat."

Reggie finally took notice. "Oh, I'm sorry, Honey." She held a huge bowl containing umpteen different kinds of candy down in front of him. "Pick what you like." Randy's little face lit up as he gazed into the well-stocked bowl.

"You just set yourself up for a long evening, he'll never make up his mind. He likes 'em all," I laughed.

"That's no problem," she said. Picking through the bowl, she tossed one of each kind of candy into his bag. "I didn't know you had a kid."

"I don't, this is my little brother, Randy," I explained.

"Oh, hello, little brother Randy," she said, placing a final piece of candy in his bag.

"How 'bout that kind," Randy mumbled, pointing to a miniature York Peppermint Patty buried in the bowl.

"Sharp little fellow, isn't he," she laughed.

"Too sharp, sometimes," I agreed. "He's five. What do you say, Randy?"

"Trick or treat," he said.

"No, Randy, you already said that. What are you supposed to say after they put candy in your bag?" I asked.

"Got more?" he smiled at Reggie, who had knelt down to him.

"Randy! You know what you're supposed to say!" I said.

"Oh, yeah, thank you," he finally said with a grin. "You're certainly welcome, Mr. Randy," Reggie said, looking back up at me. "You should come back tonight. You never know, you might see something you really like."

Turning away with Randy's hand in mine to leave, I mumbled under my breath, "I already have; that sexy dress, I like that."

"What was that?" Reggie asked.

"I said, 'I don't really have a sexy dress like that'," I lied.

"You like my dress? Thank you," she said with a coy grin.

"It's sexy as all get out," I replied. "It looks great on you. But it's a bit too revealing for me to wear."

She turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to the door. "Oh my," she replied, trying to cover herself a little with her arms. "I was getting dressed when you knocked on the door. I just grabbed this to toss on. Damn, I didn't realize it was so see-through without the inner lining."

"I like it that way, but I don't think I could wear it out in public," I replied.

She turned back toward me, dropped her arms to her sides, gave me a sexy smile, and said, "You don't have to wear a dress like this, you can come any way you want, even shorts are okay. If you show up tonight, maybe I'll wear it this way just for you after the ceremony."

I couldn't even reply to that remark; I didn't know how. I simply smiled at her, turned, and walked away with Randy. All the way home, all I could think about was Regina in that sexy dress and those beautiful, hard nipples glaring back at me.

#

After getting Randy home at 7:45 p.m., I went to my room to get ready to go to a small Halloween party at a friend's house. It was one of those local things that happens every year and every year it's the same old thing. Mostly it's a waste of time, but my parents approved of it. Even though I am twenty years old, I still live at home and will until I finish college. I can go anywhere I want, but it just makes things a lot easier at home if I live within their established perimeters.

The whole time I was getting ready to go, my mind kept going back to Reggie and that sexy dress she had on. I could spend all evening just staring at her in that thing. But instead, I'll be spending the evening with a bunch of my parent's boring friends, while all the witches get to ogle Reggie in my gorgeous dress. I mean, in her gorgeous dress.

Sitting in front of my vanity mirror, I found myself experimenting with my makeup. I wear very little makeup; it isn't proper for a young lady to wear too much makeup. Just ask my parents, they'll tell ya.

I looked at the pretty woman looking back at me from the mirror. "Wow, ain't you a hot mama!" I smiled.

It had taken me over thirty minutes to create the look I wanted. Grabbing a handful of facial tissues, I removed the greater portion of it. I gathered the things I needed, placed them in a plastic zip-lock baggie, and carefully laid the bag inside the overnight bag I was packing. I put my very short, leather mini-skirt, and vest into the bag. These were things I had bought on a whim a few years ago. My parents would have a cow and try to rush me off to some kind of home for wayward girls if they knew I owned such horrible things. I, of course, had never worn them, other than in the privacy of my own bedroom. You know, just to see what I would look like as a sex kitten. I have to say; I really looked hot in them with the pair of black, fishnet stockings I had gotten to go with them. The spiked high heels helped the picture a lot too.

I guess you figured it out by now; I had no intention of attending the party my parents thought I was going to. I couldn't stand the idea of Reggie being just down the street from me, wearing her magnificent dress with everybody but me seeing her in it.

Mom and Dad knew I would be staying a Jennifer's house after her party, so they wouldn't question the overnight bag I would be carrying out the door. I would stop by the gas station, go into the ladies room, don my sexy clothes, and fix my makeup. Then I would go have my heart slowly ripped asunder as I watched Reggie, in that beautiful dress, do whatever it is witches do on All Hallows Eve. I couldn't figure out why I wanted to put myself through such hell. I mean, I knew seeing her like that all evening would make me want her all that much more, and I also knew, I couldn't have her. Sometimes I really treat myself terribly.

#

After beating a hasty retreat from the house, in a conservative dress and my long coat. I went to the gas station, took care of things there, and knocked on Tonya's door at 9:45.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it, you actually showed up!" Reggie exclaimed when she saw me standing at the door.

"Me either," I replied.

"Come inside. I'm in shock," she teased.

"Yeah, me too. I must be running on 220 volts tonight; that's how shocked I am." I tried to smile normally.

"Here, let me take your coat. Damn, I'm so glad you came tonight." Her beautiful smile was already going to work on my heart. Her dress was still gorgeous too, even with the inner lining under it. Thank God, it wasn't quite so revealing now. I would have enjoyed seeing her wearing it the way it had been earlier that evening, but I found myself growing jealous with the thought of all those other women seeing her dressed like that. Isn't that strange? I have no claim on her. I would love to, but I don't.

I turned my back toward her and let my coat fall back over my shoulders. Reggie pulled it from my arms. I thought her eyes were going to pop out when I turned around to face her.

"Holy shit, girl! What the hell are you trying to do to me!" Reggie exclaimed. "You look fantastic! I would have never thought of you in an outfit like that!"

"It's new. I bought it just for tonight," I lied.

"Well, if nothing else comes out of tonight, I'll have one helluva gorgeous picture of you to think about from now on." She grinned.

"Whadaya mean by that?" I asked.

"Nothing… I just… like the way you look, that's all," she stammered a bit.

"Oh, cool. I like the way you look too," I replied.

"You seemed to have liked this dress better earlier this evening," she teased.

I couldn't tear my gaze from the beautiful eyes staring back at me. "Well, I guess I have to admit to that. I found it quite interesting to say the least."

"Wonderful, and I'll keep the promise I made to you then, after the festivities are over," she purred. "Come on, let me introduce you around. We only have a few minutes before things get started."

"What sort of things?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. There won't be anything that will upset you. We don't worship Satan, nor do any of the other horrible things most people seem to think we do. You'll see; it's actually quite a lovely ceremony. You'll enjoy it."

"I sure hope so. I have to tell you, it scared the beejebbers outta me to come here tonight," I admitted.

"You will, trust me," she said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Why did you come tonight?" she asked.

Her question took me by surprised. I wasn't prepared to answer her truthfully. "I don't know; just curious, I guess."

"About what we do?" she prodded on.

"Yeah, I guess, among other things," I replied.

"Like, maybe, the promise I made about wearing my dress just for you later?" she forged on.

"That might have had something to do with it," I tried to sound innocent.

Her beautiful smile spread across her entire face. Slipping her arm around my waist, she purred, "Great. Now, come on, I want to introduce you to everyone."

She quickly led me around the room introducing me to the members of her small coven. They seemed like very nice ladies. That's right, I said ladies, there wasn't a male in the bunch.

#

Moments later, everyone scurried out the back door to began the ceremony. I hadn't a clue what to expect. I was quite relieved when I discovered Reggie was making sure I stayed right by her side.

It was a perfect night for Reggie and her friends. Not only was it All Hallows Eve, there was also a full moon; a very rare full moon, the second full moon inside a single month, or a blue moon. For it to happen to fall on Halloween was about as rare as a handsome, kindhearted, rich, unattached male. This only happens on an average of once every nineteen years, only four times in the twentieth century in our area. But for a total lunar eclipse to occur at the same time is… well, the chances are simply astronomical. That's why the little Wicca group was so excited and had set their starting time at 10:00 p.m. to coincide with the eclipse.

I must say I was quite impressed with their ceremony. It was very lovely in fact. It was also nothing like I had thought it would be. After it was all over, I wondered why I had been so frightened of her religion. I guess people hear tales and decide they're all true. I was glad I had gotten an opportunity to witness for myself that these tales are not always so. The ceremony lasted well into the wee hours of the morning because of the unusual circumstances of that particular night.

Apparently Tonya is the High Priestess, or whatever they call her, because she seemed to be heading up the entire affair. Standing 5'10", not counting the heaping mounds of glitter-sprayed, raven-black hair piled high atop her head in big sweeping curls, her slender figure resembled a statue of a Greek Goddess erected before the alter. She looked so beautiful with the brilliant moonlight shimmering off of her long, black satin gown and that gorgeous hair. The combination of moonlight and the flickering light from the ceremonial fire at the center of the circle of ladies created an eerie glow around her. It was easy to see why she was the leader of the group, or coven, as I think they called themselves. Through out the ceremony Tonya moved with the grace and poise of a well-trained dancer. Each flowing movement was deliberate and concise, exacting exquisite images of nature in bloom and a celebration of life in my mind.

I have to admit, the ceremony was a festival of beauty, but that is another story for another time. As soon as it was over, most of them left for their homes. Within thirty minutes, there was no one left except for Tonya, Reggie, and myself. The cleanup took hardly any time at all; the ladies hadn't really made any kind of mess. I'm not use to that kind of party.

"I'm beat," Tonya said. "I'm going to bed. Reggie, you're staying over for the night, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'll use the spare room," she replied.

"How about you," Tonya asked, looking at me.

"Well, I really…" I started.

"Yes, she can share the spare room with me. There's plenty of room," Reggie cut in.

"Cool," Tonya said with a grin. "I'll see you two in the morning, late in the morning." She headed upstairs.

"I hope that was okay with you," Reggie said, a sheepish, did-I-just-screw-up grin on her adorable little face.

"Yeah, sure. But there's few things you should probably know about me first," I replied.

"What, that you're gay and have a bad case of the hots for me?" she asked in a rather matter-of-fact tone.

She'd blindsided me with that one. I didn't know what to say. "Well, I wasn't… well… I mean, I wanted…" I stammered in a complete loss for words. "God, why don't you just hit me over the head with a brick and get it over with?" "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she teased.

"It'd be kinda hard for the cat to get my tongue while you're standing on it like this," I replied. "Besides, I don't just have a case of the hots for you, Regina." My voice grew weak. "I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time."

"You think I don't know that?" she asked.

"I didn't realize I had been so obvious about it. I didn't mean to wave it around like a flag for the whole world to see," I replied, still stunned.

"I doubt anyone else saw it. But how could I not help but to notice?" she said. "The way you look at me all the time made it pretty obvious. I don't know about you, but those stares were damn sure setting me on fire. I had to go home and change my underwear on more than one occasion before I could go to work after you had sat there in class all afternoon undressing me with those beautiful eyes of yours."

My face must have turned beet-red; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. "I'm so embarrassed," I replied. "I tried so hard to make sure no one ever found out I was in love with a woman. I guess I wasn't very convincing about it."

"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. I loved every minute of it. Why do you think I got so excited when you showed up here tonight? Come on; let's sit by the fireplace for a while. I'll get us something to drink," she said.

A nervous wreck, I waited on the sofa for her. She was gone so long I began to worry that perhaps she'd decided that she'd had enough fun at my expense and had slipped off to bed. My heart did a slow-motion imitation of the Titanic.

#

After nearly ten long minutes, which seemed like forever, Reggie rushed from the kitchen. "Sorry for taking so long. I changed clothes."

Suddenly, my heart reversed course and did a pretty decent imitation of the U.S. Navy commercial you always see with the submarine breaching high into the air from the dark depths of the ocean. She was wearing that sexy dress the way she had promised, with nothing under it except the tiny, black-satin thong. I must've looked pretty ridiculous sitting there with my mouth hanging open, drooling all down my chin.

I finally managed to get my mouth back into gear after several quick sips from the glass of the milk she had brought me. "I thought you were talking about booze when you said you were getting us something to drink."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me look, Tonya might have something like that around here somewhere. Wiccas don't normally drink alcohol. We try not to put anything harmful into our bodies. I wasn't thinking, you're not Wicca. There's probably some sodas in the fridge if you'd like one."

"No, no, the milk's fine. Can we go for a walk in the garden? It's so beautiful out there tonight with that big moon shining down on everything now that the eclipse is over."

"Sure, but unless you want me to cover this dress up with a big old, heavy, ugly coat, you gotta promise to keep me warm out there," she said with a coy little grin.

"Promise," I said, my heart pounding.




Halloween Moon



We quickly downed our milk and walked out the backdoor toward Tonya's lovely garden. Reggie's arm was tight around my waist. Funny, I had lived down the road from Tonya for several years and had never realized she had such a beautiful piece of property behind her house. All I had ever noticed was the high privacy fence around her back yard.

#

"I'll bet it's really pretty out here in the summertime when everything's in bloom," I said, walking with our arms around each other's waist. Reggie is three inches shorter than I am, making her the prefect height to rest her head against my shoulder as we strolled along. "Yeah, it is. But Tonya really enjoys her garden and keeps something going out here just about all year round. It's always lovely and the place has such a comforting effect to it. I spend quite a bit of time out here myself," she explained, pointing out several beautiful plants arranged around the Wicca altar we stood before.

"I wouldn't mind spending some time out here too," I said.

"I'm sure Tonya would be delighted, I know I would," she said, turning to face me. Slipping her arms around my neck, she pulled me close. "I'm getting cold and you promised I wouldn't."

"I guess I better keep my promise than," I said, sliding my arms around her slim waist.

"Yeah, I guess you better," she purred, looking up at me.

Our lips met for the first time. Her lips were surprisingly tender and her kiss as soft as the little Snuggle bear of fabric-softener TV-commercial fame. Even though that first kiss was brief, it was wonderful and sent a wealth of important messages back and forth between us. At that moment, I became absolutely positive that Reggie was the woman for me, the only woman for me.

She looked up at me with those warm-blue eyes of hers. "I think we need to do that again; my toes are still cold."

"Oh my! We can't have that, now can we?" I replied. I pressed my lips back to hers, which immediately separated inviting my tongue inside. Moments later I was doing my very best to lick her tonsils. I mean, I had to, her poor little toes were freezing off, right? I needed to get warmth all the way down to her toes; and believe me; I was trying hard.

The soft moan that seeped from deep within her slender throat and vibrated over my tongue nearly drove me out of my mind. Her kisses were every bit as intriguing as her beauty.

One of the things I really find so attractive about Reggie is the fact that she's absolutely gorgeous and doesn't have a clue about it. I've known several other beautiful women, but they know they're beautiful, and are even a bit arrogant about it. This distracts from they're true beauty. Reggie's not like that. And now, at long last, I was finally holding that beauty in my arms and had my tongue stuck halfway down her delectable throat. Will wonders never cease?

Our lips parted by the merest friction of an inch as my excited tongue slipped from her mouth. She gazed up at me with her big soft eyes. "That was nice," she whispered.

"I thought so too, but I think I need to practice it two or fifty more times just to be sure I got it right," I replied.

"Oh, you got it right okay. You've obviously kissed a lot of women," she said.

"Oh yeah, simply bunches. Counting you, I have now kissed a grand total of one," I replied. "I wasn't even sure I was going to be able to do it until you put your arms around me. Then I couldn't have stopped it if I had wanted to."

"Did you?" she asked.

"Did I what?" I asked.

"Did you wanna stop it?" she replied.

"Not in this life time," I said.

"Good, then shut up and do it again," she said, lightly touching her lips to mine.

The tip of her tongue danced faerie-light across my lips and quickly slipped between them. It wasn't one of those hot turned-on, tonsil-touching, tongue-twisting oral tournaments. Her tongue felt so small and delicate roaming my mouth at a pace so slow it would have made a snail feel like a speeding racecar.

I was afraid to move my tongue for fear of harming the tender morsel sliding so lovingly over its surface. Carefully, I curled my tongue upward when I felt hers attempting to get at its underside. It was like Reggie wanted to sample each tastebud in my mouth, one by one.

That kiss was the most erotic kiss I had ever known. It carried a lot more meaning. By the time her wonderful little tongue slipped from my mouth, my insides were trembling; I had butterflies in the pit my stomach the size of turkeys.

My hands cautiously roamed toward her tight little behind. I wanted desperately to cradle those two firm looking globes in my hands, but was afraid to venture that far. I had dreamed of holding Reggie in my arms far too long to take a chance on ruining the moment by doing something she might not like.

It scared me when her hands dropped from around my neck and grabbed my arms. I figured that was it, the party was over, she was pissed. To my relief, instead of pushing my hands away, she pulled them over the gorgeous behind they had been inching their cowardly way toward.

Through the thin silk fabric of her sexy dress, it felt like I was holding a scrumptious pair of naked buns in my hands. A gentle squeeze sent her firm mound pressing against mine. I tried another squeeze and got the same delightful results, plus a nice bonus of another soft moan over my tongue.

Her arms slipped around my hips, her hands cupped my behind, and squeezed in unison with my hands. The sensation of both of us thrusting our hips forward at the same time forced a simultaneous moan from both of us.

I felt her gentle fingers working my mini-skirt up over my behind, inch by creeping inch. Finally, her fingers were clutching my lace-covered buns and the mini-skirt was up around my waist.

I noticed a slight trembling in her. A moment later, another tremble. I soon realized those hadn't been trembles of passion coursing through her; they had been shivers. The poor gal was freezing to death out there.

"Are you cold?" I asked, just to be sure.

A sad expression covered her lovely face. She didn't speak; she just nodded, yes.

"Why didn't you say so? We can go back inside," I said.

"You seemed so happy out here," she spoke very quietly. "I didn't want to interfere with that."

"Interfere? Are you nuts?" I snapped. "My happiness isn't from being out here; it's from being with you. Now let's go back inside to that nice warm fireplace."

"I don't mind staying out here for you," she said. "It's not all that cold." Another shiver ran through her. Her teeth were even chattering, her lips trembling.

"Get in the house," I barked, giving her a light slap on her cute little rear end. "Let's go, move it, move it!"

"Yes, Ma'am," she said with a cute giggle.

I couldn't take my eyes off her adorable little wiggling fanny as she quickly scurried up the path toward the house.

#

In short order, Reggie stood huddled, still shivering, holding her hands out toward the low flame in the fireplace. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind; she snuggled back against my body. Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, "I love you, Regina."

"I know you do," she replied, still facing the fire. Slowly, she turned to me, with her arms folded in a tight "X" across her breasts, she snuggled closer against me. Looking up into my eyes she whispered, "I love you too."

I pulled her head against my chest and savored the precious feeling of having her in my arms. I could feel her small hands moving between us. A moment later, I felt her unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it from my skirt, then her hands sliding around my bare waist. Her head moved down my chest, coming to rest against my cleavage. I pulled my open vest and blouse around her slender, still shivering, shoulders.

"Oh, that's much warmer," she purred. "I like it in here."

"Not half as much as I like having you in there," I said.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about how you felt about me?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

"That's a good question," I replied, "and I'm not so sure I have a good answer for it. I guess I was just afraid."

"Afraid of what?" she whispered. God, her voice was so soft and sexy when she talked like that. I just love it. "Of what you would say and what you might think of me," I answered. "I guess I was afraid of a lot of things. Let's just say I was having some major issues with my own feelings and trying to figure out how to deal with discovering I was in love with a woman."

"Is that why I can feel your insides trembling?" she whispered.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that. To tell the truth, I'm scared shitless," I replied.

"Why? It should seem pretty obvious that I love you too and want to be with you. I knew months ago we would eventually end up together," she said.

"God, I wish I was that confident. I figured a moment like this would only remain an ache in my heart. If you felt that way and thought it was only a matter of time, why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Same reason you didn't tell me. I was trying to figure out if you were actually gay or not. I'd never seen you with any other women. I mean, looking like you were sexually attracted to them," she explained.

"That's because I've never been in love with anyone else. I've had a few boyfriends and I enjoyed their company," I replied. "But as soon as I got to know you a little bit, that all ended. As the old song goes, 'I only have eyes for you'."

"Aw, that's so sweet," she whispered, followed by a quiet giggle. "How about these?"

I felt the natural weigh of my breasts suddenly tug at my chest when she unexpectedly released the catch in the back of my bra. My mouth suddenly went drier than a popcorn fart. I tried to swallow, but found nothing in my mouth to help me complete the task. I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to come up with an appropriate answer. "If you want 'em, they too are only for you," was the only thing I could manage to come up with. Not very original I guess. I mean, give me a break; I was trying to figure out if it was safe to go after another of her wonderful kisses and all the sudden, she's trying to crawl inside my bra.

Slowly backing out of my arms, Reggie lifted the black-lace cups of my bra, releasing my breasts from their confines. Leaning forward, she gave each hard nipple a tiny kiss and said, "I claim these gorgeous puppies as mine!" She kissed them each one more time.

The pleasure that danced through me with each of those tiny kisses was indescribable. Reggie had no idea how much her little performance had pleased me.

"So shall it be done," I replied. Hell, I didn't know what else to say.

Taking my breasts in her small hands, she lifted them slightly, stepped toward me, stood in her tiptoes, placed my rigid nipples against her own nipples, and rubbed them in tight circles around hers. Now that innocent little maneuver sent bolts of electricity shooting throughout my body. I thought my nipples were going to explode. Holding me in that position, she looked up into my eyes. "Would you mind getting your vest and blouse out of the way. They seem to be trying to cover up my tits; I mean, your tits; the ones you just gave me."

I wasted little time dropping my vest and blouse back over my shoulders and letting them fall to the floor.

"The bra too please. It's in my way," she ordered with a sexy grin.

I let my bra fall from my shoulders to join the vest and blouse on the floor. "Don't you think it might be a good idea for us to go to your room. I mean, what if Tonya wakes up and comes waltzing through here?" I suggested.

"She wouldn't wake up if a tornado ripped the house from around her. But if it makes you feel any better, I would be only too delighted to take you to my bed." Her bright eyes sparkled nearly as much as her smile. She gave each nipple another light kiss before heading for the stairs.

#

Following her up the stairs, my eyes were glued to the two beautiful globes swaying back and forth before me, with the slender ribbon of black satin of her thong running between them. If I hadn't been concentrating so hard on her cute little butt, I wouldn't have fallen on top of her when she tripped over the hem of her long dress.

"Oh my God, Reggie, are you okay?" I nearly screamed, trying to get off of her.

Apparently she was, she started giggling as she rolled over underneath me. Her giggling quickly ceased when our lips met. Her arms flew around my neck. Her tongue darted between my lips. Her legs wound around my hips. Her body pressed firmly against mine. The timid kitten I had been holding in my arms only moments earlier, had suddenly become a wildcat in heat. Her busy hands were all over me. It was wonderful!

I quickly found myself lying back on the stairs, leaning on my elbows, with her kneeling between my legs. Her delightful tongue tormented one of my nipples while her fingers teased the other. Her other hand had found it way between my thighs and inside my panties. All I could do at that point was moan and groan, and enjoy the wonderful things she was doing to me.

Raising up straight on her knees between my thighs, her gentle hands slid feather-light up and down my thighs, over my fishnet stocking, along the garter straps, and panties. The look in her eyes scanning my nearly nude body was that of a starving child with its hands cupped around its face pressed against an ice cream shop window. But this child had a second look in her eyes, a look that said; I'm fixing to have all the ice cream I've ever dreamed of.

"All this sexy, lacy stuff is in my way," she said, her eyes not wavering from their survey duties.

"What happened to going to the bedroom?" I asked.

"You tackled me. That's what happened." She grinned.

"I didn't tackle you! You tripped," I replied.

"Sure, sure. So you figured while I was lying helplessly on the steps, you would take advantage of my misfortune, dive on top of me, and rub your gorgeous body all over me," she said. "Well, this girl rubs back. Now get this stuff outta my way; I have some serious rubbing of my own to do. On second thought, never mind, I have a better idea." She raised to her feet.

Stepping to one side of me, she reached up under her dress, quickly slipped her thong off, and dropped it to the stairs. Gathering the front of her dress up enough to walk over me, Reggie started up the stairs with one foot on each side of my body, still lying on the steps. I could feel the back hem of her long delicate dress sliding over my legs as she moved forward. It felt so sexy.

When her feet reached the step below the one my head was resting on, she knelt down again, with her knees of either side of my head on the same step. I was suddenly lying there, my head under her dress and between her slender thighs, my lips only inches from her wanton womanhood.

Her scent was heavenly. I couldn't resist sliding the tip of my tongue over the soft moist folds of her flesh. My hands roamed the smooth skin of her round hips and soft globes of her behind. I placed one of my hands between her thighs from behind and gently separated her delicate nether lips, exposing the growing bud of her sexuality. My tongue immediately attacked the small, unsheltered organ.

Reggie leaned slightly forward, resting her hands two steps above my head. Her quiet moans as my tongue continued its assault in her clit intensified my own excitement. I pulled the tiny organ between my lips, sucking it ever so tenderly. The beautiful song she was singing for me grew louder minute by minute as my finger gently circled the rim of her opening. That finger seemed to be on her volume control, the more I moved the finger the louder she moaned.

Reggie seemed a bit distressed when I removed the finger that had been so tantalizing to her, but only momentarily. She bolted upright, grabbing the stairway railing to keep her balance when I replaced that finger with my tongue. The difference was that my tongue didn't bother with teasing the rim of her center, it wiggled quick and deep toward her very core.

I was sure the scream that raced from Reggie's throat would have Tonya rushing out to see what was going on. But at that point, I didn't care. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was a reality. I forced my tongue deeper into her. I pulled down on her hips and pressed my face as tight as I could against her.

Had she not had a grip on the railings, Reggie would have fallen backwards down the stairs when I moaned into her as I received the first sweet taste of her delicious juices. The vocal vibrations of my moan against her womanhood set her off. I liked it, so I moaned again, being rewarded with more of her wonderful lady-cum. Another moan, more cum, another moan, more cum, another moan… It was fantastic. I couldn't get enough of it. I drank deeply of her salty-sweetness.

Reggie dropped forward over my head, her body spent. With great care, I rolled her off of me. I was afraid she was going to go tumbling down the stairs. She had no strength left. Her slender body felt boneless as I laid her back on the steps beside me.

"You okay, Honey?" I asked, kissing her lips lightly.

Her eyes fluttered, opening slowly. She didn't need to speak; the smile on her beautiful face said it all. Her gentle tongue immediately began cleaning my shiny face. "I liked that," she whispered between licks.

"So did I," I replied.

"Promise to do it again sometime?" she asked.

"Anytime you want," I promised.

"I want it all the time," she said, her smile growing.

Reggie and I both jumped when a voice rang out from the top of the stairway. "That was so sweet, ladies," Tonya said, a huge smile on her face. She was sitting on the top step, naked, with her hands still between her thighs, and a big wet spot trailing down the carpet of the top step where she sat. "You two gals just caused me to have the best orgasm I've had in years."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," I mumbled, burying my face against Reggie's chest. I must have turned blood red. My face was so hot you could have lit a cigarette off of it.

Reggie tenderly held my head in her arms. "Don't be, she's okay. She just likes to watch."

I tried to raise my head, but Reggie held it tight. "You knew she was watching us?" I asked.

"No. But I knew she would if she figured out what was going on," Reggie replied. "I call her the Watcher. She doesn't like regular sex and doesn't like to be touched, except by herself."

Lying there in her arms like that with her large soft breasts against my face was getting me excited again, even though I knew Tonya was still sitting on the top step watching us. I had never remotely been an exhibitionist, but I found myself becoming turned on by the idea of Tonya watching.

My tongue slipped out of my mouth and began teasing one of Reggie's hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Reggie squealed. "Oh no you don't, it's my turn!"

Before I realized what was happening, she was standing between my legs again, pulling the rest of my clothes off in one swift motion. Moments later, I was laid back on the steps, moaning again, as Reggie's wonderful tongue danced all over and in my open womanhood.

I looked up to see if Tonya had continued watching or gotten embarrassed at getting caught and left. She was still sitting on the top step, she face covered with a beautiful, pleasant grin. I caught her eye and patted the step beside me. Seconds later, Tonya was seated sideways on the step beside my head. Her legs were spread wide, one of her legs rested on the step above my head; the other foot rested two steps below where she sat. I was staring right at her glistening, open womanhood as her fingers slowly toyed with her excited clit while she watched Reggie give me the licking of my life.




Halloween Moon



I looked down at Reggie and saw one of her hands gently massaging Tonya's foot beside my hip. I raised a hand over my head and softly rubbed Tonya's other foot that was resting above me. Her smile grew bigger and her hands moved faster. I think the act of us touching her feet made her feel she was part of what we were enjoying. Really, I guess she was a part of it. 

Reggie's wet womanhood slid up and down my leg as her tongue slipped in and out of my salivating center. Reggie's body began to tremble against me; I could feel her warm juices trickling down my leg. Her soft body snapped taunt and every gorgeous muscle she possessed clamped around my torso like a vice. A muffled groan rumbled from her throat, blasted into my open valley and resonated through out my entire body.

Even though my past sexual experience had been somewhat limited, I knew I was about to achieve an orgasm of epic proportion. Reggie's low rumbling groan changed to a single, continuous, high-pitched thrilling scream. Her gentle trembling became violent shaking; her body was out of control. Her warm lady-cum no longer trickled down my leg; it now flooded like a rain-swollen river. 

Suddenly, Reggie's scream became a duet as Tonya's pleasure soared to join Reggie's. I tried to brace myself for what I knew was only moments away, but ecstasy erupted deep in my cord with enough force to wreck a whale, causing my hips to rise high off the steps. The beautiful duet singing to me had brought that wrecked whale inside of me to the surface. It breached, spouting my juices into Reggie's eager mouth and all over her face. My Utopian scream joined the others in what most have been the most hauntingly beautiful Halloween sound ever heard.

The sweet feminine scent of female sex crowded the air with a nearly visible misty cloud. The shrill screams of delight became soft murmurs of pleasure as the three of us gradually drifted back to reality together.

#

The next day I awoke cuddled in Reggie's delightful arms, lying between her and Tonya. Tonya's naked back pressed lightly against mine. Reggie's arms rested over my waist, with her hand resting on Tonya's hip.

#

The hardest part was yet to come; filling my parents in on all the sudden changes in my life wasn't going to a piece of cake. To my surprise, the battle wasn't over the fact that I had told them I was a lesbian. Actually, my family absolutely adores Reggie. Nor was it because of the possibility of me changing religions. After a little research, they had decided there really wasn't that big a difference in the two religions. As long as I had some type of religion, they seemed pleased.

The big brouhaha didn't take place until I told them I was moving in with Reggie. They felt I was making a major mistake by leaving the safe haven of their home until I had finished college. They said it wouldn't hurt us to wait another year and a half. I quite naturally, whole-hearted disagreed with them and the fight was on. Not being with Reggie would hurt a hell of a bunch.

Now, a year later, after a long hard fought battle with my parents, Reggie, Tonya, and I live together in Tonya's beautiful home. Reggie and I live as a couple with sweet Tonya being our constant beloved tagalong. The three of us share a king-size bed. Reggie and I enjoying the most beautiful sex life together, while the Watcher quietly joins in on the sessions in her own way.

I think we need to do something to get her a bit more involved.



Halloween Murders



There is no sex in this story and doesn't necessarily a have happy ending. Murders rarely have happy endings. A big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

****

Dexter was dressed up as a cowboy. 

"Why are you carrying a sports bag," his wife asked.

"I'm Doc Holiday from 'Gunsmoke', and this is my medical bag."

Marsha was dressed in a bridal gown, with a veil and tiara. Dexter knew it meant more than just wearing a costume. It was for the benefit of Art Russell. He heard Art was going to be wearing a tuxedo at the company Halloween party they were on their way to.

Once there, Marsha spent more time with Art than she did with Dexter. When she danced with Art, their costumes made them look like a married couple. Art had divorced his wife, and it was final just last month.

The party was going full tilt. Marsha finished dancing with Art when Dexter walked up to him. He jammed a hypodermic needle into Art's chest and emptied the contents. It was only seconds before Art fell to the floor, dead within minutes.

Marsha started screaming and people ran over to see what had happened. Dexter walked over to the main door and locked it. He took his guns out of the holster and fired a shot into the air, letting everyone know the guns were real and loaded.

"Sit down, be quiet, and you'll be unharmed. Try to be a hero and you'll die. I know a number of you have already called the police about Art, since I hear the sirens."

****

My name is Detective Bruce Burns. When the call came in, I headed over as fast as I could . You see, I was in charge of the Halloween Murders going on for the last ten years. The department brought me in four years ago.

The MO's were always the same. On Halloween, often at a party, a man was killed. The murderer used a hypodermic needle laced with high doses of rat poison. Once it entered the bloodstream, the victims didn't stand a chance. 

What made it so hard to catch the killer was that we could never find enough evidence to connect the murders. A big part of the problem was he or she would only kill one person a year. We assumed they were always in costume, which made for an easy getaway. A couple of times a person wearing a sad clown costume was at the same parties the crimes were committed at. The police never found the clown though.

We didn't have any idea where or why the killer would strike. Sometimes it was even in the next city. The only thing we could be sure of was that it kept happening. The victim would more than likely be a married man with a high income. It would occur near Halloween and there would be a hypodermic needle involved.

This party was on the third floor of an Elk's lodge. Reports were that an Art Russell had just been killed by a Dexter Manowitz. Witnesses said he stabbed him in the chest with a hypodermic needle.

Once I got to the building, I called the third floor extension. 

"I'd like to speak to Dexter," I said to the person answering.

"This is Dexter. I'm ready to tell my story, but I will only do it once. I want to speak to Detective Bruce Burns. I've been following my story and he seems like a reasonable man."

"I'm Detective Burns, Dexter. How can we get together without any more violence? The building is surrounded and there's no way out. Why don't you let the people go and come out yourself? Then we can talk."

"No, I don't think so. You can come up here with a tape recorder. I'll tell you my whole story, but I need your word that you will not have a gun or weapon of any kind on you. If I see one, or if your swat team tries to enter before we finish talking, I'll start shooting people."

"No need for anyone else to get hurt. I'll be coming through the main entrance. Please just take it easy and don't hurt anyone."

As I entered the party room, I saw approximately sixty people in costumes. They looked nervous but not overly scared. The door to the fire escape was closed and locked from the inside. There were no windows on this floor, so the swat team couldn't get a shot without bursting in.

"Lock the door behind you," the man I assumed was Dexter said. "Open your jacket and turn all the way around." 

"Dexter, why don't you let these people go? You have me as a hostage," I replied after following his orders.

Dexter really didn't seem like the type of man one would be scared of. He was on the short side, and weighed maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. No one would have ever figured him as a killer. 

"Look people, I'm not here to hurt anyone else unless I don't have a choice. I am the 'Halloween Killer', and I'm going to give Detective Burns my story. Whoever wants to leave, you may. For those that stay, you will hear first hand about all the murders, and why they happened. For those who want to leave, go one at a time out the back fire escape," Dexter said, facing the crowd of people. 

"You little asshole! You don't have the balls to shoot anybody," a drunk named Jack Randle said as he went to rush Dexter and play the hero.

Dexter shot him in the leg, and everyone screamed. Jack fell to the floor, writhing in pain. His wife grabbed a tablecloth and wrapped it around his leg.

"You stupid ass. I told you I would shoot if anyone provoked me. I could have killed you. But I know you slept with Marsha, and I wanted your wife to hear about it."

Marsha started crying. The look Jack's wife had on her face said she knew Dexter was telling the truth. She slapped her husband hard across the face before turning to Marsha.

"You bitch!" she yelled across the room.

Another person spoke up and asked if they could still leave. 

"Go ahead," Dexter said, waving his gun toward the emergency exit. 

"The swat team will be outside the door. Tell them not to fire. Be sure you give them all the information on what you observed here before they release you," I said to the nervous looking man wanting to leave.

It surprised me that only twenty of the sixty people actually left. I guess they really did want to hear the dirt that went on in Dexter's life. Jack Randle left so he could get treatment for the gunshot wound. His wife decided to stay. I later found out they were close neighbors to Dexter and Marsha. 

Dexter started out by giving me a lot of information. He and Marsha had been married for thirty years, with five grown children and six grandchildren. Dexter was an accountant, and had been ever since he graduated from college. 

As he continued talking, he revealed that he was thirty-one when he met Marsha at the local library. She was only eighteen at the time. Marsha was having trouble with her bookkeeping and Dexter asked if she needed help. At the time she was a chunky girl with braces. The two of them became friends and started dating after she graduated. 

She was his first and only real girlfriend. He thought he was her first and only, but found out much later it was nowhere near true.

Dexter said he treated her like gold and gave her anything she wanted. When she got pregnant, Dexter was very happy to marry her. Within four years they had three kids. Marsha was a stay at home mom since Dexter made a good living for his family. 

After the youngest of the first three kids was born, Marsha told Dexter that she wanted to work. It would give her a chance to get out more and they could always use additional money. Apparently she had met an old friend who told her about selling real estate. 

The couple talked about it, and both agreed it would be good for her. She started by taking classes in the evening. After she received her real estate license, she got a position at Russell Real Estate.

Dexter talked about how life for their family was a busy one. He had a nine to five job most of the time, though Marsha worked by appointments. She spent a lot of evenings at her job.

In the following three years, they had two more kids. Dexter's mother only lived a few houses down the street from them, and was available to watch the children on short notice.

As the kids got older, life became even more hectic. Between Dexter and Marsha, they did their best to attend all the special functions the kids were in. Often Dexter would have to go by himself. They had kids in scouts, 4H, band, and sports. He said he really didn't mind because he loved his kids and his wife. 

After Marsha started working, she went on a strict diet and began to exercise. She had just trimmed down before becoming pregnant with their fourth child. As soon as he was born, she started right back on the diet and exercise program. She did the same thing after their fifth child. That's when she had her tubes tied, since they decided five kids were enough.

Dexter said that she really looked good and their sex life even improved. He mentioned when they first made love they both felt awkward. He said Marsha was the aggressor in their sexual relationship. She talked with her girlfriends and they told her new things to try.

Marsha didn't think twice about giving oral sex, Dexter added. She loved it but always laughed when he came quickly. He mentioned that he was a little reluctant about going down on Marsha, but since she did it for him he did the same for her.

The one thing Dexter said about his sex life was that Marsha was always willing and waiting. Even though he was short in stature, his member wasn't. After seeing a few other cocks in some movies that he and Marsha rented, he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Dexter, we've had a dozen people come to us over the years claiming to be the 'Halloween Killer'. They all wanted the fame for some ungodly reason. I'm here now because you used a hypodermic needle to kill Art. Why should we believe you are the real killer and not just some copycat?"

"I'll tell you everything you need to know, starting with Joe Bussy," said Dexter.

"Joe wasn't the first victim, Dexter," I replied.

"I know. John Kane was, but it all started because of Joe. It was eleven years ago when Marsha wanted to go to a Russell Real Estate function. They had a party at the Holiday Inn to celebrate forty years in business. At the time, Art's father was in charge of the business."

"How does that fit in?" I asked, trying to put the pieces together. 

"Art Sr. died five years ago and Art Jr. became the president. Marsha wanted to go, but one of the kids had a ball game. I told her to go ahead. After the game I would run over to the party.

"For this celebration, they invited former clients as well as their fellow employees from other branches. I didn't know most of the people, just a few from Marsha's office.

"When I got there, Marsha was in a two-piece bathing suit in the pool. She seemed to be having a good time, so I didn't bother her. Instead, I sat down at the bar and ordered a soda, since I don't drink. I've tried it but just don't like it."

"Go on," I said. 

"Anyway, I was sitting next to Joe Bussy. I had never met him before. He was pretty inebriated and talking up a storm as he watched Marsha. He told me she was the best piece of ass he had ever had. I was shocked. I couldn't believe he was talking about my Marsha.

"It seems he worked with John Kane, who had bought a house from Marsha. The guy told Joe that she gave fringe benefits. She would fuck and suck her clients until the deal was closed. So since he was in the market for a house, Joe said he went to see Marsha. He got the same treatment. She fucked him four times till the deal was closed. After that, she wouldn't see him again. I was totally lost for words, and couldn't think," Dexter said, looking around the room as he paused. 

"This Joe guy told me it had happened seven years ago. I honestly didn't know what to think. Had she really been cheating on me all this time? I had to find out more, but I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt till then."

"OK, so what convinced you that your wife cheated on you and why the revenge after so many years?" I asked.

"Marsha didn't change. She still acted the same to me and the kids. One evening after she left to show a house, I went up to the attic over the garage and got down all our past records. We never threw anything away in case we needed them later.

"I went back to when Marsha started working and looked at her daily planners. They had all her appointments and sales in them. It was almost like a diary of her life. Everyone she saw and talked to.

"I came across John Kane. I read how many times his name was listed in her daily planner. She also had an index at the back giving facts about the prospect. I noticed letters after some names. Then some, but not as many, had the letter 'HS'.

"It took me quite a while to figure out the code. But when I did, everything fell into place. 'A' was for appointment, 'P' was for prospect, and 'S' was for sold. 'NS' and 'HS' were for no sex, and had sex. One thing I noticed in the 'HS' notes was that the home buyer or prospect had to have more, or as much, to lose as Marsha did."

"So tell me why you picked John Kane as the first victim. Give me something you couldn't have just read in the papers."

Marsha was sitting on a couch crying during the interview. One of her sisters was sitting with her. Most of the people there just stared at her, waiting to hear more of the story unfold. They continued eating and drinking, which seemed odd to me.

"After reading some of the names in the planner, John Kane was the first I could find. I thought about killing Joe Bussy first. But I was talking to him at the party just a couple of months before, and didn't want to leave any clues that might lead back to me."

"So, what was your plan Dexter?"

"I went online and found how to make poison that could be used in a hypodermic needle to kill someone quickly. I went down in the druggy part of town and got a few discarded needles. I didn't care who had used them. It would just lead the police to some addict.

"I went to the store and bought a costume that you can find anywhere. I chose the sad clown mask, because thinking of Marsha doing those things made me sad.

"It was trick or treat night, and I drove around the corner from where John Kane lived. So you know, I did follow-up work on all the victims. I didn't want any big surprises, just revenge.

"Since I'm on the short side, dressed in a costume I can pass for a kid. I waited till there were no kids at his door and yelled 'Trick or Treat'. When John opened it, I jammed the needle into his chest. I saw the look on his face as he fell to the floor.

"I quickly turned and headed back to my car. When I heard a scream, I figured it was his wife. I rushed home and pulled the car in the garage. Then I took off my costume and took my younger kids trick or treating. I didn't know if John was dead or not till I read it in the paper the next day."

"So, how did you feel about taking another life, Dexter?" I asked.

"Scared that I might get caught, but no remorse. He had sex with my wife numerous times. Here, I have her planner where she wrote it." 

Dexter reached in and took out a stack of daily planners from assorted years out of his sports bag.

"You can't have those!" yelled Marsha. "That's my personal stuff."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Manowitz. These are evidence in at least ten homicides. You'll get them back after your husband's trial."

Marsha started crying again while her sister and one of her friends consoled her. It was amazing how quiet the crowd was.

"What happened next?"

"Life went on the same as always. I spent time planning my next victim, who was Joe Bussy. Other than that, we lived life as usual."

"I can't help but wonder why you didn't just kill Marsha, or at least divorce her."

"I can't say I didn't think about it. In fact, I thought about it often. The problem was I loved her, really loved her. She was a great mother and a good wife. There's no way I could have harmed her. At times I hated her when I thought about it, but she never flaunted it or brought it home. She never knew that I figured out what she was doing."

"OK Dexter, tell me about your second victim," I said, needing further confirmation he was the killer.

"You already know it was Joe Bussy. He worked in the same consulting office as John had. By picking him next the investigators were busy looking for a connection. They never thought about going back seven years when they both bought their house from Marsha."

"How did you set this one up?" I asked. 

I had gone through the police files so many times I knew them by heart. Right now, I was still a bit skeptical Dexter was the man who committed all those murders. 

"They were having a Halloween dress-up day at the office. No one was paying attention to the clown who came in. It was lunch time and they were all wandering around. I waited in the restroom stall until Joe came in. As he turned around, I jabbed the needle into his chest. He fell back against the sink. A number of people saw me come out, but I had on the costume. By the time they discovered Joe, I was long gone and dressed in normal clothes. I returned to my job with no one the wiser."

"Was Marsha surprised when she heard of the deaths?"

"No, not at first. After all, these were houses she sold seven years before. A couple of names that came up later she recognized," Dexter said.

"Give me an example."

"Well, number six was a congressman by the name Bill Elliot. I remember her saying she worked on his campaign. Even though she didn't sell him a house, she slept with him. His name was in her planner. She fucked him twice that I know of."

"How did you get close enough to kill him?"

"It wasn't all that hard. He went to a number of Halloween events. I just followed his roster and did him in when he went to the junior high school for a talk. All the students were dressed in costumes, so it was easy to blend in.

"Funny thing about restrooms, everyone has to use them sometime. So you know, I changed my costume that time. After five murders using the clown outfit, I thought I'd go with that Jason guy that was so popular with the kids."

"So why do you think you got away with it for so long?"

"The investigators kept looking in the wrong places. They had nothing after John Kane's undoing. Then they were trying to find a link between John and Joe. Since they worked together they kept looking at competitors or people in their office.

"After that was Terrell Bosley, the professional athlete. If you look in the planner you'll see that Marsha showed him a number of houses. She slept with him twice but never sold him a house. He just used her. That's the reason I made him number three. He was the only one that I used two needles on. Being an athlete, I wanted to make sure I used enough poison."

"Where did you kill him, Dexter?"

"It was in a motel room. Even though he was married, he picked up white women after practices and had sex with them. There was a Halloween party going on in the banquet room. It had nothing to do with Terrell; he was just there for the sex.

"I was dressed up in my clown outfit, and used a card to open his door. He was fucking some woman at the time. I went up behind him and jabbed both needles into his back. The woman screamed as he fell on her. I headed down the stairwell, into the party room and out the door before the police showed up.

"They were busy looking at the husbands of the different women he slept with. Luckily they didn't know about Marsha. Of course, they were together about six years before his death."

Dexter continued to go through his list of killings. Some at their homes, others at gatherings or parties. He gave details that were unknown to the public. Dexter was definitely the 'Halloween Killer'.

"OK, Dexter, so why did it all end tonight? Why did you kill Art Russell and let everyone see you? Why not continue on your killing spree? There are more names in here," I asked, scanning the pages of the planner.




Halloween Murders



"It's because of Marsha. As long as I felt she loved me, I could block out the adultery. But everything changed."

"What do you mean?"

"After Art Russell Sr. died, Marsha took a job as secretary to Art Jr., and things seemed to go better. I looked in the last couple of planners and she wasn't having sex with clients anymore. She had meetings, but I didn't see 'HS' next to the names. However, I noticed she was meeting with her boss quite often.

"As I mentioned, he recently divorced his wife. It made me wonder if Marsha had taken up with him. This summer our youngest graduated from college, and is on her own. We have no more kids at home, and some have moved to other states.

"I got home early one day. Marsha must not have heard me pull into the garage. I looked at the telephone out there and noticed the light was on. That meant that Marsha was using it. I picked it up and listened.

"She was talking to Art, and told him that now the kids were all gone from home she was going to leave me so she could marry him. I was devastated. I put up with her all those years because I loved her, and now she was going to leave me."

He turned to look at his wife once more. Marsha gasped but didn't say anything. I could see the hurt in his eyes. 

"I heard her tell Art she was going to wear a wedding dress to the Halloween party and that he should wear a tuxedo. He told her that after the party they were going to tell me about the divorce. She kept repeating to him how much she loved him and couldn't live without him. That's when I decided to end his life since he was ending mine.

"In the weeks following that phone call, I changed the beneficiary on all my insurance. I transferred whatever funds I had to my kids. I had my lawyer change my will. Of course, I knew that half of everything we owned together would go to Marsha. But my half would be divided among the kids. If they wanted to give it to their mother, it would be their choice."

"Dexter, I'm still surprised you let Marsha live."

"It's because of her love for Art Russell."

"I don't understand," I replied.

"I saw a show on TV where a man was asked why he killed the lover instead of his wife. His reply was that if he shot her, she would have a moment of pain. If he killed the one she loved, then she would have a lifetime of pain," Dexter explained. 

"You see, she's doesn't have Art anymore. And the world knows what a slut she has been. So she will have a lifetime of pain."

"What about you? After this, you' ll be going to prison and more than likely on death row for a number of years. You'll be living through the pain also."

"No, that's not going to happen," he said as he held up his gun.

"Dexter, you promised you wouldn't shoot anyone else. Aren't you a man of your word?" I asked, trying to talk him out of shooting anyone, including himself.

He reached into his sports bag and pulled out a hypodermic needle. In a flash, he jammed it into his own heart. 

"Marsha, I have always loved you. Now you can explain it all to the kids," Dexter said as he dropped the gun and fell to the floor. 

I reached over and pulled out the needle, but it was too late. Dexter Manowitz took his own life the same way he took the lives of his wife's lovers.

Marsha screamed out again. But everyone just looked at her and shook their head. Her sister was the only one trying to calm her down. I opened the door and the swat team escorted everyone out. The paramedics covered Dexter's body, and later took it to the morgue.

In the months that followed, the story remained in the news. Marsha's life was a living hell. She had to sell the house and move out of town. She even took her maiden name back so no one would know who she was.

Her kids wanted nothing to do with her. They felt that it was her fault their dad acted the way he had. None of them signed anything over to her.

As for me, the department gave me credit for catching the 'Halloween Killer'. I didn't deserve any honors but the mayor wanted to make headlines. I often wonder how many other men are like Dexter. He was willing to put up with a cheating wife because he loved her.

Epilogue:

It's been a year since the mayhem that took place last Halloween. Art Russell's ex-wife got the business back. He had never transferred ownership and half was hers anyway.

I was sitting at my desk getting ready to go home when I received a call. A woman was found with a hypodermic needle in her chest, but she was still alive. I couldn't believe it as I rushed to the address.

It was Marsha Dunworthy, formerly Marsha Manowitz. As I got there, they were putting her into the ambulance. A neighbor watering her lawn got the license plate number of the vehicle leaving Marsha's place. The whole department was out looking for it. 

When they stopped the car, they discovered it was Jack Randle's wife. He was one of the men who had slept with Marsha. 

"She was responsible too. She ruined my marriage and my family, and needs to pay for what she did. I don't understand why they never charged her with anything."

Charged with attempted murder, Beverly Randle is now waiting for her court date. As for Marsha Dunworthy/Manowitz, she is in a coma. The doctors don't know if she will ever come out of it. The poison that Beverly used ate at her brain cells but left her heart ticking fine.

I guess now we will just wait till next Halloween and hope there are no more copycats killings.

*

Thank you for reading my story. Please understand that this is just a story and that not all people would react the same. Most men would not have acted like Dexter.

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



Halloween Mystery Woman



"HALLOWEEN COSTUME PARTY AT THE REC CENTER" is what the ad said in the local newspaper. Diane was thrilled! She'd known Dave for years and he'd talked about having a party of this type to bring the neighborhood together. It would be a time for everyone to see the remodeling work that had just been done at the center and he might even get a few people to sign up as new members.

Should she go? Of course! How could she not support her friend? Wait a minute...this just might be a perfect opportunity to have a little fun. A night to dress up and be someone else. Her choice of costume was easy. He'd never figure it out. This was going to be fun!

The place was packed when she arrived. She chuckled to herself as she saw Dave, dressed as a cowboy, busy playing host to everyone. From over in the corner, she watched as he worked the room. He was refilling punch and snack bowls, answering questions about the recent work, and seeing to it that everyone had a good time. One by one he tried to greet everyone. As he moved toward Diane, she got in position. He came up to her and asked if she was having a good time. "And who might you be?", he asked. She only cocked her head and batted her eyes at him through her mask without saying a word and only meowed. "Cat got your tongue?" No answer. "Well, little lady, I might have to check back with you later." Great! He had no idea it was her under that mask. Or did he?

An hour later, the party was wrapping up. Parents and children alike were heading toward the door with their hands full of goodie bags, masks and prizes. He glanced around the room secretly looking for the cute little kitten who caught his attention earlier, but she was no where to be found.

After the last guest left, Dave and his crew spent a while cleaning up. With only the vacuuming left, he thanked everyone and sent them home. He'd take care of the last details and clean up. 

He hit the switch on the canister and was taken aback by the sudden total silence in the building. A wash of exhaustion also hit him. What a day it had been! He put the last few items away in the closet and headed for his office. Finally a chance to sit down and relax for a few minutes. He was so tired he could fall asleep at his computer. 

"What was that?", he said as his eyes popped open. He'd actually nodded off a second. Maybe he was just imagining things. But then he heard it again. He stood up and moved toward the door. She scared the life out of him when she stepped into the office. She pressed her body very close to his and moved her hands up his neck, around his ears and through his hair. She slid the blindfold over his head and quickly over his eyes. He should have pushed her away, but he found himself quite aroused. Perhaps he'd play along with this game just long enough to have fun, but not enough to cross over the line.

She took the lead and pulled his hands behind his back and tied them together with a soft piece of cloth. She took her right hand and grabbed his crotch. His penis stiffened immediately. With her left hand she undid his belt and started to unzip his fly. "Please stop there. I just can't do this." She gave a low guttural growl that actually scared him a bit, while at the same time he found himself getting more and more turned on. He thought to himself, "I'm a victim here. If she has her way with me, I'm not at fault. I'm tied up and blindfolded. How could I resist?" He decided to see where this might lead.

By the time he finished working this though in his head, his pants were around his ankles. He stood half naked before her. She purred lightly. Then slowly walked him backwards a couple steps until he lost his balance and fell back into his desk chair.  

She started at his forehead with a gentle kiss. He could tell at this point that she had removed her mask. Damned blindfold!! Who could this woman be? Did he know her? Was it possible that this was his friend Diane? No! She wouldn't go this far, would she? He'd known her a long time, but always felt that their friendship meant too much to them both to ever do something of this nature. But, if it WAS her, then this was more erotic then he'd ever imagined. 

Her tongue made it's way down his cheek and to his ears. She softly kissed them and he could feel the warmth of her breath and the wetness of lips. She moved the tip of her tongue to the edges of his mouth, circling just the edges until she covered his entire mouth and kissed him erotically and passionately.

Her hands were gently balanced on his thighs, and made their way up his body as she seduced him orally. He was just about ready to bust and was ready to beg her to jack him off. But she was good and slowly driving him crazy. 

Her hands slid up his shirt and stopped just long enough to tug at his erect nipples. Her own were driving her crazy at this point and she was dying to have his erect penis in hot pussy. She needed him to be dripping wet before she mounted him so in one quick movement she dropped to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. His body shook with unexpected pleasure! He had never in his wildest dreams and fantasies thought he'd find himself in this situation. Now that he was here, and it was really happening, he was enjoying it fully. There was no turning back now.

Her mouth slid up and down and her hand grabbed his shaft and tugged in rhythm. His head dropped back, his breathing quickened and his body tensed with erotic pleasure. He was going to explode. She sensed this and stopped as quickly as she had started. She put her hands around his waist and undid the knot that was holding his wrists together. She gently took his hands and moved them to her own waist. The fabric he felt seemed odd. It wasn't regular clothing but he couldn't figure it out. He slowly moved his hands up to her nipples and on the entire way up he felt this same material. Her breasts felt beautiful. Although he couldn't fully grip her nipples, he was rubbing and rubbing to enhance her erections. Her breathing quickened and the gentle purring in his ears was driving him crazy!

She stood up and his hands slid down to her waist. Again the material was still there. Then suddenly it hit him. Stockings! She had on a full body stocking!! As his hands made their way down her hips, she moved them between her legs. He could feel a beautiful, shaved pussy. Crotchless!! He took control for the first time that night. He spread her legs and rubbed the beautifully swollen lips. She felt her body go limp and begin to weaken. He moved his fingers at a feverish pace as he shoved them fully up inside her. She screamed as a massive orgasm hit her body and she shot her cum down her leg into a puddle on the floor.

She took only a brief second to get her bearings. She leaned him back in his chair and climbed on top. By now, his dick was painfully stiff. He HAD to cum! She must have read his mind because she mounted every inch of him. Once he filled her cunt she held her body still for a few seconds. He grabbed her waist and helped set the motion. It didn't take long. Within a few minutes their bodies found a perfect pace. He moaned so loudly that, after he shot his entire wad inside her hot box, he was horse. Sweat was dripping down his red face. She buried her face in his neck and caught her breath. 

There in the dark and quiet of his office, they were locked together. He savored this moment, knowing he could never let it happen again. They were both fully satisfied and spent. 

The ringing phone caught them both off guard and she slid off him, grabbed her things and ran out of his office. He quickly grabbed both for the phone and the blindfold. "Hello, Dave?" Diane said. "How'd it go tonight?" "Sorry I had to leave early, but I had to get the babysitter home." "Dave? Are you there?"

He just sat there with the phone in his hand unable to speak. How could this be? If it was Diane on the phone, who was the woman he had just fucked? 

He would never know and that fact actually added to the mystery of the entire evening.