39 comments/ 197716 views/ 80 favorites Halloween Homecoming By: RainierWriterII Although this was submitted for the 2009 Halloween Story Contest, please be aware that it falls under the INCEST category - those opposed should avoid. Many thanks to Gayle for editing my mess! As always, comments welcome and please remember to vote. _____________________ Growing up in New England, fall had always been my favorite time of year. After a hot and humid summer, I loved the cooler air and of course the spectacular color that abounded on the nearby hills. As I kid, of course I also lived for Halloween to trick or treat around the neighborhood to get as much candy as possible. In fact, I would plan for weeks which streets we would move through for maximum results as we only had one night a year to score free candy, and my friends willingly followed my lead. Maybe it was my talent for strategic thinking that led me to join the military shortly after high school. I happened to meet a Marine recruiter outside our local mall who pounced at the chance to talk to me as I walked past. I really had no interest, but didn't want to be rude and just blow him off, so I listened to his pitch as patiently as possible. The more he spoke about life in the Marines, the more the picture he painted sounded like what I was looking for. A career in the service seemed to fit my personality so much more than being a business major at State U. Plus, my girlfriend of almost two years had just broken up with me, so I was feeling a bit melancholy and ready for a change of scenery ASAP. Before I even knew what was happening, I had signed the paperwork to join the United States Marine Corps. My family was not happy with my decision, which became clear that evening when I broke the news to them over dinner. My dad was livid and wanted to take me back to the recruiter to renege on my commitment. "What the fuck were you thinking, Tony?" he barked, but I told him he had raised me to be a man of my word, which pretty much silenced him. Dad always seemed like a drama queen to me and this was no exception. If he were not my own father I'd swear he was gay, not that there's anything wrong with that of course. My mom looked devastated, as I could tell she feared for my safety. She did her best to act strong in front of me, but I knew the truth. My little sister Tammy was only 14 at the time so she really had no clue just what I was getting myself into, not that I did myself. I had a couple months before I had to report to basic training, but the time absolutely flew by. I spent most days partying with my friends, but just about the time they left for school, I was set to go as well. The drive to the airport for my flight to Parris Island was exceeding quiet. My father appeared sullen as he sat behind the wheel, while mom stifled sniffles as she tried desperately to hold back her tears. Leaving her that way was gut wrenching, yet only hours later, I was officially government property. In my mind I was potential officer material, but it was clear from the start that Uncle Sam saw me more as a grunt. As much as I hated it, bootcamp went by in a flash. Because I was infantry, I was off to Iraq after a short assignment at a base in Washington. The rosy picture painted by the recruiter and the reality of what I would face in a foreign country were vastly different, which became apparent almost the moment the plane touched down on the runway in Baghdad. So began my five year deployment in Iraq. I won't go into details about the horrors I witnessed in country, even though this is a Halloween story, but suffice to say it was hell. Unlike a lot of lucky fucks who got to spend their time in the Green Zone or some other cushy spot, I was ass-deep in the shit every day. My mom and little sister e-mailed me almost daily and I responded as often as possible, which candidly was not often. I rarely heard from my father as I think he was still pissed at my decision, but whatever. Mom usually filled me in on things going on in the old neighborhood, while Tammy told me about her own life, particularly since she went off to nursing school a year back. Based on their correspondence, it didn't seem that overall much had changed in the years since I'd been gone, but I lived for the messages regardless. Mom always signed off the same way with a simple, "Love, Mom," while Tammy usually typed something like, "Love you and miss you big bro!" For as long as I can remember, my family hosted a Halloween party for the neighborhood and apparently this year was no exception. Mom told me in one of her messages that the planning was underway, and Tammy asked for help choosing a costume. Lord knows I had more pressing things on my mind, but her innocence was a refreshing change from the usual bullshit I had to deal with each day. I was literally counting the hours until my unit got to go home. We were all cautiously optimistic, having been re-deployed longer than any of us had expected, but hoped for the best. Because I had told my family that I would be coming home on two previous occasions that did not pan out I decided I'd keep this one to myself as not to disappoint them once more. As luck would have it, our orders came through and our bird home was scheduled to land back in Tacoma, Washington two weeks before Halloween. Finally it was beer-thirty and I was fucking out! As I boarded the plane I took one last look at the Middle East and said a quick prayer I'd never be back. The flight was long and uncomfortable, but I slept peacefully most of the way regardless. Rather than take a military flight home from Washington state, my buddy James (or as we all knew him, Bulldog) and I decided to rent a car and drive home to see some of the good ole USA since neither of us had traveled much before entering the service. We figured it would be nice to see some country where nobody was shooting at us for a change. Since Bulldog was from New Jersey, we didn't live all that far apart, so after picking up the car we were off. The drive was amazing. It was fantastic to view so much green after being surrounded by browns and tans for years. It was also so refreshing to just go at our own pace and "do our own thing" with no rigid rules for a change, not to mention see hot women all over the place. After 10 days on the road we arrived at Bulldog's home, where I spent one evening surrounded by his family. His parents treated me like one of their own, but it just was not the same. Lying in bed that evening, my thoughts turned to my own family and I longed for the loving embrace of my mom and sister. I used the internet at Bulldog's house and found what billed itself as the largest costume shop in the tri-state area. On my way north the next day, I stopped in to see if I could find something for the party. Since I was going incognito, I needed something that would completely cover my head as a simple mask over my eyes would be too obvious. As I wandered around the shelves, it appeared the store had a few options, but they all seemed so cheesy. Most of the costumes that fit the bill had lame plastic masks that could easily be pulled off, but I wanted to ensure I was the one who chose the time to reveal myself, not someone else who could possibly pull it off my head when my guard was down. After earlier rejecting her offer of assistance, I sought out a sales clerk for some help. I explained my frustration with the lack of options to the girl, yet, "Jenna," as her nametag read, offered another solution. She walked me back to a dark corner of the shop and showed me what she called, "The fetish material." On both sides of a long aisle, there were all sorts of costumes which seemed to be made exclusively of either leather, latex or chains. She stopped in front of a shelf of what looked like the cut-off heads of mannequins, each covered in some type of tight wrapper. Instantly, I found what I was looking for: a black leather hood that completely covered ones head, with cut-outs for the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It had a zipper running from just about the middle of the back of the head down to the neck, so I figured it would be much more secure on my head that any other option. Jenna told me that they did not rent the leather stuff as people tended to sweat in it, so if I wanted it I'd have to buy it. That was no problem as I loved the way it made me look. The hood gave me a menacing appearance, which made the blood pound through my veins. There was no way my family would recognize me, I was just sure. That settled, I needed something else to make it an actual costume and asked my cute little helper for her thoughts. Jenna blushed a bit as she said, "The way you look, I'd suggest an upper-body harness and maybe a pair of tight leather pants". I had no idea what a body harness was, but based on her reaction I figured it must be sexy. We walked further down the aisle where we found torso after torso of mannequins, wrapped with leather straps, buckles and chains. As I scanned them all, my mind went blank given all the options, so I asked Jenna for help once more. She quickly stepped up to one and said, "This is the one for you." She pointed at a mannequin which had two inch wide leather straps wrapped around each shoulder, pulled together at the chest with a large silver metal ring. A single leather strap went directly down from the ring to another one, which created a Y of leather from the abdomen to the shoulders. Another ring was positioned at the bottom of the short strap, where it was joined by a long strap that ran across the back, holding everything firmly in place. I pulled off my shirt to try it on and Jenna helped me into the contraption. She stood a full head shorter than I, and I was pleasantly surprised to see her blush once more as she pulled the leather and adjusted the buckles. I only had been laid a couple of times since joining the Marines and this was by far the best piece of ass I'd been close to in at least two years. If I had to guess I'd say she was about 20 or so, with a tight little body. Acting on instinct, I pulled the leather hood back on, looked down on her and asked, "So Jenna, what do you think?" She turned a thousand shades of red before she weakly muttered, "Perfect." I just had to take advantage of the situation and said, "I've been in Iraq for five years, and I have not kissed a pretty girl in ages, but I'd really like to kiss you." She didn't respond, just simply closed her eyes, so I took that as a sign to proceed. I leaned down and kissed her right through the leather hood. The second our lips met I felt a shiver run through my entire body. I loved the way she had responded so submissively, so I moved a palm behind her head and gently held it in place as a slid my tongue into her mouth. I heard a distinct whimper as my tongue scraped across her own, before I wrapped my other hand under her taut bottom to pull her close. She felt like putty in my hands and I grew confident that I was going to take her right there in the costume shop. I slid my hand from around her bottom to her front, and pressed it against her crotch. She humped my hand a couple of times before pushing me away. Breathlessly, she told me her Dad owned the store and they had security cameras everywhere, we had to stop. I was majorly disappointed, but understood her predicament. Moments later she was nervously showing me leather pants, and we found a nice pair for me to try on. Jenna walked me to a dressing room, where I tried on the pants and looked in the mirror. Still in my harness and hood, I must say I looked pretty bad ass. Pulling back the curtain, I found Jenna right outside and asked, "What do you think?" "Amazing," was her soft reply. I reached for her hand and eased her into the small dressing room with me, closing the curtain behind us. Instantly we began kissing once more and she responded enthusiastically. My hands wandered her body as our tongues danced together, while her hands ran under the harness, stroking my warm skin. Once again I thought I was going to fuck her right in the store, but like before when my hands went for the zipper of her jeans, she backed off. "I'm sorry, but I can't," she whispered. She must have sensed my disappointment, and I'm sure could see the bulge in the leather pants, because after a pregnant pause added, "If you can keep quiet, I'll blow you though." God it was good to be home! I nodded emphatically, and promised to be as quiet as a church mouse. With that, Jenna dropped to her knees before me and began loosening my pants. Within moments they were on the floor at my feet, and my new best friend was slowly stroking my hardness in her soft little hand. Rockets went off in my head as I felt her tongue circle the head of my cock, before taking it deeper into her mouth. Although she may have looked sweet and innocent, it was clear she had polished a knob or two before. My cock is almost eight inches and she was able to take almost the entire thing while her hands stroked the base and my balls. It had been a long time since I'd been in a position like that, and before long I could feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. I began stroking the back of her head as she worked me over, whispering to her that I was close. The news seemed to excite her as she increased the speed of her strokes and sucked me more firmly. I began rocking my hips back and forth uncontrollably; the sensations racking my body were so strong. When my climax hit I unleashed a torrent of cum into the little minx's mouth, and she dutifully took it all like a champ. She stood before me a moment later looking somewhat embarrassed, but I scooped her up and hugged her tightly, thanking her profusely for her attention. She left the room so I could get back into my clothes and I met her at the check-out area. I left the store with the mask, body harness and a pair of tight leather pants, but almost $250 lighter in the wallet. Tucked safely in my pocket though was Jenna's phone number, which I absolutely planned on using. As I drove homeward with a smile on my face, I thought about the party and costume. $250 was more than I wanted to spend, but based on Jenna's reaction, I figured it was well worth it. I was certain my family would not recognize me, so my plan really seemed to be coming together. Maybe now is time to fill you in on a few things about myself. When I left for basic training, I stood about 5'11", but was a good 30 to 40 pounds overweight. In other words, a "Fat Body," as the Marines would say. Since my dad made such a good living, I didn't do the strenuous summer work like so many of my friends, breaking their backs for just a little over minimum wage. I played football in high school, but after the season ended so did my workouts, so I sadly became a chunky fucker. In the Corps, that changed rapidly, believe me. I sweated off pounds daily, even before I encountered the stifling heat of Iraq. The first year alone, I shot up another two inches, and lost 25 pounds or so. The result left me more long and lean than I had ever been in my life. Carrying close to 30 pounds of equipment in the sun all day has a way of doing that to you. On leave in Europe just about a year ago, I got a black barbed wire tattoo around both my left and right biceps. Sure it was cliché, but it seemed like the thing to do after a dozen lagers at Oktoberfest in Munich. I had not been home since, so the tattoos were unknown to my family and made a nice addition to my costume. I arrived back near my home town the day before the famous family party. I decided to check into a motel rather than look up friends, just in case of any potential loose lips. Since the party was in the evening and I had no other place to change, I booked two nights to play it safe. It was an unusually warm fall day, so I decided to take a stroll through town to see the sights. I walked with a partial stiffy as all the females I saw were wearing so little compared to the camo gear I was used to. Everywhere I looked there were tits and asses on display, not to mention long, smooth legs. On the day of the party I was filled with a nervous energy I could barely contain. My mind wandered to my mom at times, as I tried to remember everything about her. She was an amazingly sweet women and just as cute as a button. I know it may sound creepy, but I have to admit I always had a major crush on her. Mom was on the petite side, standing all of 5'3" or so, with average breasts, maybe a B cup. She had the natural blonde hair that ran in my family, which she usually wore at shoulder length. And she had the prettiest green eyes you've ever seen. If not the hottest mom in the neighborhood, she was at least in the discussion. I wondered about Tammy too. I had not spent any time with her in years and wondered how much she'd changed. She looked a bit like my mom when she was young, and my dirty side hoped she'd matured like her even more since I'd been away. I decided to have a bite to eat before I headed back to get dressed. My parent's friends were pretty big party people, and I was afraid the drink would be flowing so strongly I'd be smashed before I could reveal my secret. I decided to get a base and had a large dinner before I made myself ready for the evening out. I was going to be late for the party, but I wanted things to be in full swing when I arrived. After a long, hot shower, I slipped into the leather pants, sans underwear. I figured if Jenna was right about the heat, no need to add another layer. I then pulled the harness across my chest and fastened it securely around me. I gazed in the mirror above the sink and thought I looked pretty good overall. Since it was Halloween, I figured nobody in the motel would bat an eye at the way I was dressed, so I grabbed the hood and headed for the car. I drove with great anticipation along familiar roads. It may have been a few years since I'd been there, but it truly was like riding a bike. Finally, I pulled onto Pilgrim Road and glided to a stop along the curb just down the street from the old family home. I lifted the leather mask from the seat beside me and pulled it over my head, before reaching back to pull the zipper down, securing it in place. I stared into the eyes of the monster in the rear-view mirror for a moment, before I said to myself, "Well, it's now or never." With that, I opened the car door and headed towards the home of my youth. With some guilt and trepidation, I rang the bell and nervously awaited a response. Jenna was right about the leather, because even though the cold October air was swirling around me in the wind; I felt a cold sweat running down my neck. The front door opened only a moment later and my mother stood before me for the first time in years. She had always been pretty shy, so nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. She was dressed, if you could call it that, it what looked like a brown suede bikini, only this one had tassels hanging down about three inches from both the top and bottom. Upon her head sat an inch-wide circle of beads, with one lone feather standing up above. She wore brown suede moccasins to match her outfit, which I'll admit I did not notice until much later. "Hi, I'm Pocahontas, welcome to the party," she barked as she stepped back to welcome me in. It had been so long since I'd seen her I had to fight the strong temptation rap her in my arms and give her the biggest hug imaginable. I remained silent for a moment as I watched her eyes roam over my body. She seemed a bit nervous looking upon me, and I'm sure I presented a rather imposing figure to her. I was certain she was struggling to figure out who I was, which was confirmed when she asked, "And you are?" I was momentarily at a loss, but remembering the name of the mask and trying to disguise my voice, muttered deeply, "The Undertaker." Halloween Homecoming My mom seemed flustered for a moment, much like Jenna had been before, but she responded quickly and waived her hand for me to come in, "Well, Pocahontas' place is your place Mr. Undertaker, so make yourself at home." I felt guilty for my deception, but was also intrigued by how things might turn out that evening as well. Just before she left me, my mom said, "The bar is in the kitchen, you can fix yourself a drink if you'd like." I nodded my head in silence and watched her move towards her other guests, admiring her shapely bottom as she went. I scanned the living room and immediately noticed a few of my old neighbors, but Tammy was nowhere in sight. Since I'd seen mom already, I really wanted to find her and see how she'd changed. I moved into the kitchen which was crowded with people loudly chatting in small groups. My eyes went directly to a young woman in a cheerleader costume, standing behind the table, handing out drinks to party goers. It was my beautiful sister, at 19, a carbon-copy of her lovely mother. The gawky young girl I left behind when I went away was somehow replaced by a stunning woman. I maneuvered my way through the crowd and walked up to the table. My sister flashed me a bright smile and asked if I'd like anything. Instantly dirty thoughts ran through my mind, "Oh yes, I'd like lots of things from you," yet once again in deep voice I said, "A beer would be great." She bent over and pulled a bottle of beer from an icy bucket and handed it to me. With another killer smile she asked, "Would you like a glass?" "No, I'm fine, thanks," I responded, trying to sound in control, which was difficult at that moment. I moved away and melted back into the crowd, but kept an eye on my sister for a while. At one point when I'm sure she thought nobody was looking, Tammy grabbed a cup from under the table and poured vodka into it. She then added a splash of tonic water and took a quick sip. I had to chuckle as it was clear my sister was sneaking a drink, but I found it cute and something I would have done myself years back. I was afraid that my voice might give me away, so my plan was to act as aloof as possible. I figured the strong silent type in black leather would be perfect, so when people tried to engage me in conversation I mostly nodded and spoke little. Some people chatted with me but I found most gave me a wide birth, apparently intimidated by my costume. I knew I could kick the ass of anyone at the party anyway, but seeing the intimidation in some of their eyes was truly intoxicating. I was surprised that a few women approached me and seemed to be checking me out as we spoke. Their eyes seemed to traverse my body as we made conversation, even though at times their husbands were only a few feet away. Mrs. Buckley from up the street and Mrs. Norris from around the corner in particular both seemed to find great interest with everything I said. From what I remembered, Mrs. Norris had a few hot daughters too, and I wondered if any were lurking somewhere close that I had not seen. There was one thing about the party that really bothered me however, my dad. When he introduced himself to me I saw his eyes wandering my body just like some of the women had earlier. As the evening progressed he became more touchy-feely the more and more he had to drink. He was wearing a doctor's costume and kept making jokes about giving me a physical. After hearing, "Turn your head to the side and cough," a few times, it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that at the very least dad was bi, if not totally gay. I began wondering if he'd serviced my mom of late and thought to myself I'd have no problem filling his shoes if given the opportunity. I went back to wandering the rooms, surreptitiously scanning the crowd for my mother and sister as I moved along. It was funny how the more things change the more they stay the same. Mr. Kent was smashed as usual, just how I remembered him, his quiet wife following him around to keep him out of trouble. Bitchy Mrs. Sullivan took every opportunity to browbeat her mousy husband, the poor bastard. After being inside for a few hours, it was getting quite warm in my costume, so I decided to head out onto the back porch for some fresh air. The last thing I saw before I left the house was my dad engaged in an animated discussion with the Boyle brothers, both of whom were in their late teens, and I just had to shake my head. There were a couple smokers on one corner of the deck, but I found Tammy sitting alone at the other. I approached and stood before her, and she looked up into my eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, which may have been from the cool evening's breeze, but her glassy eyes gave her away. My little sister looked like she'd enjoyed a few vodka and tonics and was feeling no pain. I dropped down next to her and introduced myself as the Undertaker since I hadn't done so earlier, and we began chatting like old friends. The alcohol must have loosened her tongue, because she didn't appear as nervous as most others around me, in fact, she seemed to be openly flirting. I found myself captivated by her green eyes, so alike those of my mom. Every now and then she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips, and I was simply dying to kiss her. I knew she was my sister, but she was one amazingly lovely creature. We must have talked for about 20 minutes when I saw her shiver, so I asked her if she was cold. She said she was a bit, and I was mad I didn't have something warm to wrap around her. I asked her if she wanted to go back inside, but she said she was having such a nice time with me she wanted to stay outside a while longer. She then moved a hand to my bicep and began to slowly, gently run her fingers back and forth over my tattoo. "That's so sexy," she said and looked into my eyes. "Thanks," was all I could say, feeling a shiver run down my own spine at her touch. "Did it hurt?" she questioned. "A bit, but I was drunk at the time so it wasn't too bad," I admitted. She giggled and responded, "Kinda like I am now." She smiled at me then leaned close and whispered, "I'm gonna get one too sometime soon." Her comment surprised me because I knew both my mother and father would be none too pleased with that. To say I was intrigued was an understatement, so I asked, "What are you going to get?" "Well, my parents would be pissed if they knew, so I have to get something small and hidden," she answered with a toothy grin. "I'm getting a single red rose, but I'm not sure yet if I want it here, here or here," she added, pointing at her breast, crotch and ass respectively. God she was a sexy little piece of work. I felt blood flowing into my cock, pressing it tightly against it's leather confines. The image of a little rose on my sister's fair skin turned me on immensely. After a pause, she asked, "Where do you think I should get it?" Her eyes glowed as she awaited my response. I could only answer back honestly, "On you, it wouldn't matter. It would look amazing anywhere." "Oh, that's so sweet," she gushed, then leaned in to kiss my lips. I expected a quick peck but Tammy began to hungrily attack my mouth with her own. We kissed for a minute or so, but I regained my senses quickly when I realized how bad my dad would freak if he saw us. I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but all eyes seemed occupied elsewhere, so I reached over and grabbed my sister's hand and pulled her to her feet and into the back yard. My dad's tool shed was in the back corner of the property, surrounded by huge rhododendrons on all sides, so I thought that might be a secluded spot to resume our incestuous coupling. In my excitement I found I was almost dragging her behind me, but I could hear her giggling as we moved forward so I knew she at the very least didn't mind. Once we reached the shed, I scanned the entire backyard to make sure we were alone. Almost completely hidden from the house by the bushes and near darkness, I pulled Tammy into me and began kissing her again in earnest. She pressed her body against me and made whimpering sounds as our mouths came together, which drove me crazy with lust. Tammy stood about a head shorter than I, and I ran my hands down her back and cupped her bottom, lifting her onto my hips. She broke our kiss and leaned her head back before she asked me a question with a wide grin, "Wanna know a secret?" I was not really in the mood for word games at that moment, yet I replied, "Sure." She then pressed into me and whispered in my ear, "I'm not wearing any panties under my skirt." I was learning more about my sexy sibling with each moment, things I'd never even dreamed before, but I liked it. She eased back and looked me in the eyes once more and asked, "So, what do you think about that?" I'm sure my mom and dad would have gone nuts if they had even the slightest clue what they had on their hands. I could not repress my excitement and said sternly, "I think you're a naughty girl, Tammy." She smiled and replied, "Guess I need a spanking!" Before I could answer she drove her face back into me and began kissing me with a great hunger. My hands held her bottom through her cheer skirt, but after what she said I needed to get them onto her naked ass. Holding her up with my left hand, I slid my right up her smooth leg under the skirt, then repeated the process with the other. Her warm, firm cheeks felt perfect in my hands, and I took the opportunity to fondle her naked buttocks without protest. I could feel Tammy grinding her crotch against my own; I'm sure she was enjoying the warmth of our contact on the cool evening. I used my hands to guide her both up and down, basking in the friction our bodies were creating between us. One thing was certain though, that I wanted much more, but a sad thought suddenly hit me. Because it was a family party, I really hadn't expected to get lucky, so I neglected to bring condoms. I was momentarily crushed, but hoped my sister might have some alternative since she'd surprised me so much already that evening. "Do you have any protection?" I asked, breaking our kiss momentarily. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she answered before kissing me again. Will wonders never cease, I thought to myself. Somehow I could not see mom taking her to get birth control, so I was sure it was something she'd done on her own. Regardless, from what she said I was in, which at the moment was all I needed to hear. I turned our bodies around so I could press my sister's back against the cool wood of the shed, then moved my hands under her to loosen my pants. I thought about how great it would be to lick her entire body and lap at her tender young pussy, but given the setting that did not appear possible, so I unclasped the trousers and dropped them to the ground. Tammy certainly felt what I was doing as her naked thighs where then wrapped around equally bare flesh. She brought her mouth to the hole beside my ear and said in a husky voice I'd never before heard from her, "Fuck me." I'd heard those two simple words a number of times in my life, but never had they sounded so sexy. There was nothing in the world I wanted more at the moment than just that. Tammy snaked a hand down between our heaving bodies and grasped my pulsating cock. She stroked it roughly a few times before she pressed it up against her wet pussy. She rocked her bottom away from me while she repositioned her body, then slowly eased herself down. I simply cannot put into words what it was like being inside my little sister for the first time. Her snatch was warmer and wetter than anything I'd ever experienced before. Her petite body squeezed my dick as she slowly came to rest on my groin with a loud groan. My body was incredibly overheated and I was ready to fuck her in earnest at that very second, but she held me tightly. "God, you're fucking huge," she said, then added, "Give me a minute, okay." The last thing in the world I wanted was to hurt my little sister, so in spite of my burning desires, I remained motionless, buried deep inside Tammy's beautiful body. I contented myself stroking her taut ass cheeks and basking in the heat of her body around my own. Her face was pressed against the crook of my neck and after a short while she began nibbling on my bare shoulder. Her fingers gently traced a line up and down from my arms to my neck at the same time, sending shivers down my spine. I felt her body stiffen momentarily as she toyed at a spot near my right shoulder, but soon she relaxed and continued stroking me. After only a minute or two, Tammy whispered, "I'm ready, just go slow at first." Moving my hands to her hips, I held her firmly against the shed while I drew my crotch away for hers. Tammy let out a long sigh as my cock eased backwards. I paused for only a moment before I gently advanced once more, drawing a gasp as I slowly buried myself back inside her. My little sister moaned and jammed her forehead into my neck, uttering, "So good." Maybe Tammy was experiencing much of what I was at that time, but it's hard to believe. If she actually knew it was me she probably would have bitten my dick off, but at the moment all I knew was that I was in heaven and didn't want to fuck it up. I once again pulled myself away from her body, then pushed back, just a tad more rapidly. She seemed more comfortable with our union, so I began to gently but firmly move in and out of her sexy young body. With each thrust I heard some sort of audible sign of pleasure, a gasp, a sigh or a moan of some type. Each one sent a tingle through my entire body as I knew the happy noises were coming from my very own sister, giving me a perverse thrill. I increased the rhythm of my thrusts when Tammy's body seemed to respond with me. At first I was clearly doing the fucking, but soon she began to use her legs to propel me forwards and backwards. Most of the time she grunted into my ear, but every now and then random words or phrases escaped her lips, like, "That's it," "Oh God," or "Fuck me." With her legs locked around me, I freed one hand to move up under her sweater between us. I grasped her right breast in my hand and began kneading it as we rocked together. I gently twisted her nipple through her bra, drawing and audible gasp. Before long I was pounding into her like a madman, experiencing a passion I'd never known before. Just about the time I felt my own orgasm brewing, Tammy started repeating the word, "Yes," over and over again into my ear. I knew she had to be close too, so I began fucking her double-time. She grasped the leather straps of my harness which ran over my shoulders and held on for dear life as we drove ourselves against one another. Her voice climbed higher as our movements became more frantic. It was clear to me she was about to cum, which was perfect because I was about to as well. I heard a squeal escape her lips as I felt her legs tighten around me and only seconds later I unleashed a load into my sister's hot body for the very first time. My legs went weak, but somehow I was able to support both our weights as I leaned forward to press Tammy against the shed. Sweat poured into down my neck from under the hot leather mask as I came down from a high the likes of which I'd never known. My sister just whimpered as she rested against me, a contented sigh escaping her lips every now and then. As my head cleared, the reality of the situation rudely invaded my mind once more. I looked back over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking, but fortunately the coast seemed clear. Tammy had made quite a bit of noise, and I feared someone may have heard. Happily, the sound of music loudly blearing from the direction of the house was all I could hear and prayed it was enough to have drowned my sister out. I stood holding Tammy against the shed for some time while we both composed ourselves, my shrinking cock still inside her. Finally my little sister raised her head off my shoulder and looked up into my eyes. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon my lips, then said, "I have no idea who you are, but even if you're the ugliest guy in the world under that mask, I need to have you again." A part of me wanted to reveal the truth to her, but as much as I hoped her words were true, deep down I was afraid she'd freak out and couldn't take the chance. I kissed her and moved my arms around her back, holding her tightly against my chest. "You are by far the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life," I answered honestly, not wanting to sound like I was blowing her off, but not wanting to reveal my identity either. "So, you're not going to tell me, are you?" She asked, and all I could do was nod in return. "Well, this will make one hell of an entry in my diary anyway," she replied, and eased her legs from around my back. I set her back on the ground and she stood before me in the pale moonlight. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see a twinkle from her eyes as she looked up at me. We stood looking at one another; I'm sure each one of us unsure of just what to say. Finally, Tammy broke the silence when she said, "I meant it you know. I don't care who you are under that mask, I want you again more than anything." God she was making this hard, but what was I supposed to say? In my lust I hadn't thought about the consequences, but here we were face to face and I had no idea what to do. I learned to think on my feet and protect myself as a Marine, but suddenly I felt both dumbstruck and defenseless. After a long silence, Tammy said, "You know, my brother has a mole on his shoulder exactly like yours. I know it's probably crazy to admit this, but I always had a crush on him." I stood rooted in the ground as I tried to comprehend her words when she turned and started to walk away. After only a few paces, she turned back to look upon me and said, "Remember, I don't care who you are," then turned and continued on her way towards the house. I was dumbfounded. I remembered when Tammy was rubbing my shoulder she stopped for a moment as her fingers traced the area of my small mole, yet she ultimately hadn't put a stop to things. In spite of the fact that she must have guessed my identity, my little sister still fucked me like a banshee. She even admitted to having a crush on me as well. Now granted, she was drunk, but how the fuck was I supposed to process that? My mind was still reeling when I realized my pants were still down around my ankles. After pulling them back into place and adjusting myself, I shook my head a few times to clear the cobwebs. How was I going to be able to face Tammy again? I reached back behind my head and unzipped the mask and pulled it off. It felt amazing to be out of that hot leather cocoon for a moment, and I rubbed my head vigorously to shake the sweat off. I thought about jumping the fence to head back to the car and avoid my sister, but figured if I made it through 5 years in the military I could make it through the house alive. I leaned back against the shed and took a number of long, slow breaths, trying to work up the courage to go back inside. After securing the hood back in place, I slowly began moving towards the house. As I approached the deck I could see a couple of figures rolling against one another. I assumed they were getting it on, but as I grew closer I found a petite woman trying to get a larger man to his feet. I was not really surprised to see my father lying on a chaise lounge, unable to get up on his own, completely legless. He had clearly continued imbibing heavily after I made my way from him over an hour before, and from the looks of it was about to pass out on the porch. Mom was struggling to raise him, and looked at me with sheepish eyes, begging for help without uttering a single word. My thoughts had been preoccupied with Tammy until that moment, but as soon as I saw the panicked look upon my mother's face, my sister was temporarily forgotten. Halloween Homecoming Dad was blubbering nonsense as I bent my shoulder into his abdomen and pulled him up upon my back. I had been forced to carry people that same way in bootcamp, so navigating my parent's home wouldn't prove too difficult, or so I hoped. Mom held the back door open, but I let her walk past me into the house to continue the illusion that I was clueless as to the layout. She walked down the hall then turned up a staircase, while I dutifully carried her incoherent husband behind her, drinking in her ass as it ascended the stairs right before my face. Along the way my eyes went side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of my little sister, but she was nowhere to be found and her door was closed. I followed my mom into her bedroom, my dad quiet across my right shoulder. She sheepishly looked at the bed and I instantly knew what the look meant. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, and slowly pulled the intoxicated form from around my back and plopped him upon the bed. He landed with barely a sound and did not move a muscle, so I knew he was completely out for the night. As I stood I glanced towards my mom. She looked completely embarrassed to have a stranger carry her husband up to bed, and she softly mouthed, "Thank you." My heart almost broke as I saw the pain on mom's sad face and in her slumped shoulders. I'm not sure what came over me, but I walked up to her and took her small hands within my own and said, "You don't deserve this." Tears immediately filled my mother's her eyes and she turned away from me upon hearing my words. I had never felt more love, but more sadness for anyone in my entire life. I extracted my right hand from our joined palms and brought it up below her chin. I used my hand to turn her face back towards me once more and repeated, "You don't deserve this." If I thought she was crying before, I had a thing or two to learn about women as she suddenly really turned on the waterworks, big time. My mom began to shudder all over as she almost threw herself against me in tears. I held her in my arms, whispering words of encouragement into her ears, as dad snored nearby. Based on her reaction, I was sure that was not the first time dad had to be poured into bed by my mother, or her friends. And given his ruthless flirting with the males of the party, I wondered how long she had been playing the dutiful wife, all the while subjugating her own happiness to that of his. I hate to admit this, but I never got along with my dad, yet I always loved him - quirks and all. Earlier in the evening I was willing to excuse his lecherous behavior towards me as simply the alcohol talking, but seeing my mom's pain at that moment changed my mind entirely. I could tell that her cheery greeting when I entered the house belied the unhappiness within. I was left feeling a ton of guilt. If only I hadn't joined the Corps, maybe I could have prevented some of her suffering. In fact, to make things worse, I was certain I added to her woes as no doubt she worried about me ceaselessly since I'd been gone. We stood speechless for a long while, holding each other for dear life. I was certain that if I let go of her she'd melt into the floor on the spot and disappear forever. It became obvious that my mom was not going to move, so I reluctantly pulled myself away from her and looked into her eyes. "Maybe we should go downstairs and say goodbye to your guests," I said, and she immediately stood upright, the years of party etiquette ingrained in her suddenly snapping her back to reality. I snatched a tissue from a bedside table and handed it to her. She accepted it with a weak smile and dabbed at her eyes, before looking at me with a hopeful expression. I wanted to hug her once more, or at least take her by the hand and lead her downstairs, but thought it inappropriate before the possible prying eyes of any neighbors. Mom excused herself, saying she wanted to freshen up and would see me downstairs momentarily. Turns out, I should not have been so worried about finding an audience waiting below. The stereo was still loudly playing, but all the guests had gone less a couple of inebriated stragglers chatting in the kitchen, next to the bar of course. I turned the music off and joined the small throng, awaiting my mom's arrival. I stood near the guests, but my eyes were trained towards the doorway, when mom finally returned. Her eyes looked a tad red, but unless you knew, you probably wouldn't have guessed she'd been crying. I could tell mom was not real happy to still have revelers in the house, although she tried to put on a happy face. I decided to take control and announced that Pocahontas and her family were tired and wanted to go to bed, so the party was over. There was an audible groan from a couple of people, but soon everyone was on their way towards the door. I hung back while mom said goodbye to the last guest, then she closed the door and gave me a sheepish grin, saying, "Thank you so much for all of your help." I'm sure she was wondering what I was still doing in her house, but actually seemed to enjoy my presence. I stood soaking in her beauty, when she looked around and added, "God this place is a mess." "I can give you a hand neatening up if you'd like," I offered, hoping t o stay as long as possible. "Thanks, but I can't have a guest help with the cleanup," she replied, without much conviction. "Nonsense, it's the least I could do," I responded back and began picking up cups from a nearby table. I guess she resigned herself to the fact that she was stuck with me, because she began cleaning near me as well. As mom and I wandered from room to room, I felt it hard to contain a nervous energy, knowing Tammy was somewhere in the house. She had a lot to drink, so I figured she was probably asleep already, or at least I hoped she was. I was certain she guessed my real identity, and I was left wondering if mom might be onto me as well. Remembering Tammy's comment about my mole, I tried my best to keep my bare right shoulder away from my mom's eyes. After a cursory sweep through the entire downstairs, mom and I stood together in the kitchen stuffing things into trash bags in near silence. She looked up at me with appreciative eyes, and although she probably couldn't see my own that well because of the hood, I looked back at her with complete adoration. Mom smiled at me weakly, then softy muttered, "Thank you, Mr. Undertaker, for everything." Great compassion welled in my heart as I responded, "You're more than welcome Ms. Pocahontas." My mom blushed for a moment, before saying, "It's Mrs., actually." For some reason I knew that was a watershed moment and I wanted to say just the right thing. On the one hand her words seemed like a barrier, but on the other she almost appeared to be flirting with me. I was temporarily at a loss, but somehow uttered, "I know you are, but in a perfect world you'd be just a Ms., and I'd be a guy who really, really liked you." I saw my mom's eyes shine brightly just before she looked away from me. Once again I was astounded by her vulnerability as I tried to understand the depths of her feelings. Mom fidgeted nervously for a moment, and I suddenly felt the need to apologize for my comment, saying, "Sorry for my boldness, I don't know what came over me." Looking like she was fighting back tears, she responded, "Don't apologize, your words were sweeter than anything I've heard in years." I just couldn't help myself as I moved forward and pulled her into a hug. At first she was stiff, but soon melted into my embrace, her small frame pressed against me and her arms wrapped around my abdomen. Mom's head rested on my chest and I gently stroked her head in a fatherly way. In spite of my deep sympathy for her at that moment, I couldn't help but feeling aroused. Holding my fantasy woman in such an intimate way was thrilling for me and I reveled in her warmth. We reluctantly broke apart after a few minutes, and I could see a look in her eyes I'd never noticed before, but hoped it was lust. As if to change the subject she began playing with her hands and said, "We probably should have washed our hands after picking up those dirty cups." "Probably so," I answered, and I watched as mom moved towards the sink. I stood admiring her petite body, as she began washing her hands. I figured I'd throw caution to the wind and stepped up no more than two inches behind her, then reached my arms around her to wash my own hands. I must have surprised her because she gasped when my arms made contact with her shoulders. I decided not to say a thing; I just squirted some soap into my palm and started wringing my hands together. Feeling inspired, I reached down and softly took mom's hands into my own and began rubbing them together sensually. Mom didn't say a word or move a muscle as I stroked her hands under the warm water; I just wished I could have seen the look on her face to give me a better clue what to do. After about 30 seconds, I released her hands and whispered in her ear, "All clean." She still remained silent as I pulled a towel off a nearby ring, and dried her hands as gently as I could. After mom's hands were dry, I did my own, then set the towel down on the granite counter. Standing behind her as closely as I was, I could smell her perfume. It was the same scent she'd worn for years, which rekindled all my adolescent fantasies about her. There was complete silence in the room, but I noticed mom made no attempt to move and my boldness grew even greater. I placed my palms upon her shoulders and began slowly stroking up and down her arms, while I moved my body just barely up against hers. I heard a soft contented sigh as my fingertips danced up and down her skin, which I took as acceptance. With that, I lowered my face upon her soft shoulder, placing butterfly kisses all over. Mom turned her head away from me, providing access to her tender neck which I kissed greedily. I licked my way up her neck and began nibbling on her earlobe. Suddenly mom jerked rigid and put her hands on the counter, attempting to push me away from her. "Please, I've never done this before," she whimpered, but I moved my hands down to grasp her waist and hold her in place, not letting her move away. "You need this, let me love you," I breathed into her ear as I held her firmly. "I, I just can't, please," she replied, but made no attempt to get away. I ran my hands back up her body and stroking her back and shoulders once more. I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her neck and said quietly, "Don't fight it, I know how much you need this." A distinct whimpering sound filled the air, but she said nothing as I caressed her. I began kissing her once more and before long I felt her body ease back into my own, surrendering to the sensation. I moved my hands from her back up over her shoulders and slowly moved lower until I gently cupped her perky breasts through her costume. Mom moaned and moved her hands from the countertop and placed them upon my legs behind her. After everything that had happened that evening, I could not believe that I was holding my mother in such an intimate way in the room where she had served me countless dinners. I only had three beers that entire evening, so I cannot blame my behavior on the alcohol, only pure lust was driving me. The woman I had worshipped for so many years was literally in my hands, and I loved every second of it. I pressed my groin into her bottom, wanting her to feel just what she was doing to me. I was surprised when Mom slowly moved her ass from side to side, rubbing her firm bottom across my jutting staff, while she wrapped her hands behind my legs. I gently slid my right hand down her tummy until I pressed my palm between her legs. "Let me love you Pocahontas," I whispered into her ear. All I heard in response was a soft, "Yes." I slid my left hand inside the cup of her top to play with her nipples and I began stroking her pussy up and down through the suede bikini bottom. She was slowly rocking against my fingers as they moved along her overheated slit. I worked my hand up to the seam of her bottom, then pressed it under so I could touch her naked sex. I was somewhat surprised to find her completely smooth shaven, but that excited me immensely. I didn't get to go down on my sister, but I was determined to taste my mother. I looked over my shoulder to see if there was a good spot to lay mom down and have at her, but the bar was still set up on the table and the counters were pretty messy. I was afraid Tammy might show up as well, so I wracked my brain for an alternative. I remembered Dad's study in the basement always had a couch, so I reluctantly pulled my hands off my mother's charms and led her by the hands towards the stairs. We entered the study and I turned mom and pressed her up against his desk. Finally facing her, I looked into her beautiful eyes before I leaned in to kiss her. She moved her arms over my shoulders as I held her by the hips. I ran my hands up her back and began working the clasps on her top. It was tricky, but I finally managed to open it and easily pulled it down her arms. For the first time in my adult life, I looked upon my mother's breasts and they were simply perfect. They were the size of small oranges, with small pink nipples proudly topping them off. I slid my fingers up her sides until I grasped her tits once more. A soft sigh escaped her lips as I began toying with her hard nubbins. I was surprised when she moved one hand from around my neck and pressed it into my crotch. She started rubbing my shaft through my slacks as we kissed passionately. I moaned into her mouth as her small hand moved up and down, over and over again. Despite the fact that I'd fucked my sister earlier, I was more than ready to go again. I moved my hands under mom's bottom and lifted her onto dad's desk. I pressed her shoulders back until she was lying prone across the old wooden table top, then reached for her costume bottoms. Grasping them at each side, I began pulling them down her body. Clearly mom was ready too because she wiggled her hips to assist me in discarding her shorts. I threw the briefs to the side and looked upon my completely nude mother for the first time. She looked excited but nervous as I soaked her in silently. I then took her ankles in my hands and moved them up towards her bottom. With that, I opened her knees widely, exposing her shaven snatch to my hungry eyes. I just had to taste her, so I dropped to my knees aside the desk and began kissing her thighs. I slowly worked my way deeper into her crotch until I finally reached her sex. I kissed her pretty kitty all over, then ran my tongue up and down her soaking slit. Mom placed her hands upon my head and began moaning loudly as I worked her over. I lapped at her pussy for a long time, savoring her musky flavor and scent. I licked the index finger of my right hand and slowly pressed it inside her. I heard a distinct, "Yes," as I began moving it in and out, all the while licking her pussy. I then zeroed in on her clit and began kissing and licking it while l finger fucked her. Still holding the back of my head firmly, mom started humping into my face as I she basked in the sensation of what we were doing together. She began making grunting sounds as she rocked against me faster and faster. I matched her movements, quickening the pace of my probing digits. I knew she was close and wanted to finish her off, so I began sucking on her clit lightly while we moved together. I suddenly wished I had not turned off the stereo, because my mother started moaning loudly as her orgasm washed over her. Her body stiffened and she pressed her crotch against my face roughly, trapping my head to wet dripping pussy. She slowly began to quiet down and her legs finally eased open, relaxing back onto the desk. I looked up at her pretty face and it was all flush from excitement, and her eyes were closed like she was savoring the sensation completely. I felt a rush of pride for making her feel that way, and I wanted to do so much more for her. I leaned over and worked the laces of my boots free and pulled them off. Standing up, I undid the buckle of my pants and dropped them to the ground, then kicked them away. When I looked back towards my mother she was staring up at me, legs still shamelessly wide open. I watched her eyes move from my own down to stare at my cock. I saw a sly smile dance across her face as I'm sure she knew what was next. I thought about asking her to suck my cock, but I decided that night was all about her pleasure, not my own. I moved back to the desk and pulled her bottom to the very edge. I ran my hands up under her knees and pushed them backwards and outwards before I pressed my cock up against her pussy. Mom reached between her legs and grabbed my cock, then slowly ran it up and down her soaked groove a few times before lining it up with her slot. Without a word I pushed forward and slowly slid myself inside of her. Unlike with Tammy, there was no hesitation on my mom's part. She moved her palm up onto my belly, stared up into my eyes and said, "Fuck me." I thought about toying with her, like asking, "Are you sure this is what you want," and making her beg for it, but I didn't have the willpower to wait myself. I wrapped my arms around her legs firmly and readied myself for the mission ahead. I willingly immersed myself into my oldest sexual fantasy and began to fuck my mother for the first time. I wanted to make it last as long as possible to give mom great pleasure, so I started slowly sliding in and out of her. She seemed to want none of that and began to set a much faster pace, rocking her body against my own rapidly. I leaned over her body and began fucking her hard and fast. "That's it, fuck me," mom growled, as she forced herself against me over and over. God, it felt absolutely wonderful, better than anything I'd ever experienced. She was not quite as tight as Tammy, but our bodies simply felt made for one another. I always dreamed she had been made just for me and at that time felt it more than ever. Sweat poured down my body as I fucked mom for all I was worth. She began grunting with each thrust, and seemed to grit her teeth in determination. I saw her hands drift up to her breasts and she started toying with her nipples as we screwed. I never dreamed my mom could be such a sexual animal, but I not only loved it, but wondered if she had any other surprises for me. I was convinced dad had not been giving her what she desired, and I was determined to remedy that by myself. My body was in overdrive and I knew I couldn't last much longer at that pace. I tried to slow down, but mom kept up the same rapid rhythm, clearly enjoying herself. As if sensing my feelings, she looked into my eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'm close too." God, I just loved her! I bent my knees and leaned back a bit so I could thrust even harder. Mom responded enthusiastically, almost yelling, "Yes, that's it!" I could feel my orgasm coming but tried desperately to hold on. Mom began huffing, "Oh," over and over again loudly, so I knew she was there too. I fucked harder and faster than I ever had in my life and you could hear our bodies slapping together. Just as my mom began saying, "Yes, yes, yes," I lost it and felt cum beginning to course through my body. Mom screamed as my body rocked a few final times, then and I fell atop her. Our chests heaved against one another as we gasped for breath. I had never before felt so totally spent, and I was content to just lay with my mom as I basked in the bliss. We must have rested together for several minutes before I realized I might be crushing my petite mom, so I pushed myself away from her. I looked down into her eyes and she appeared to be in a wonderful dream state, her eyes glassy but a smile pasted across her pretty face. Halloween Homecoming I leaned back over her and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. She released a soft sigh into my mouth but didn't move a muscle. She looked up at me and said, "You were wonderful." "You were perfect too, just perfect," I responded truthfully. I reached down and stroked her cheek, wanting her to know just how much I felt for her. We stayed just like that for a long while, just staring at one another, neither wanting to break the spell. I realized how insane we had been, doing what we had just done with both my dad and sister just a few floors away. I reluctantly stood up and reached for her hands to pull mom to her feet as well. Her legs appeared a bit wobbly, but none too worse for the wear. She looked at me and with a nervous little laugh said, "Well, I guess we should get dressed." "I guess so," I responded, and we each began collecting our clothes. We dressed in silence until we were both fully clothed. Mom seemed to have a hard time looking me in the eye all the sudden as I'm sure the reality of what we had done was slowly sinking in. Not wanting her to feel bad, I moved to her and gave her a big hug. "Tonight was the best night of my entire life, please don't feel guilty," I whispered into her ear. "I know, but I'm a married woman. I've never done anything like this before, I'm not really sure how to feel," she replied quietly, her small arms resting on my hips. "Well, from what I saw earlier, you deserved it," I said, hoping to minimize her pain. "Maybe, maybe not," she replied, then added, "But I sure enjoyed it." I leaned away from her and saw the hint of a smile on her face. I kissed her softly once more, and took her by the hand and led her upstairs. She walked me to the front door, looked at me very seriously for a moment, then said, "I have to ask you one thing, do I know you?" I figured there was no sense in lying, so I nodded my head and said, "Yes." "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" she responded, I'm sure, wondering if I was a friend of Tammy's that was going to blab to all my friends. "Of course not, this was a special night between two people and will stay that way," I answered and squeezed her hand gently. After a moment of silence she said, "May I ask you one more question please?" I was afraid she might ask my name, but I said, "Sure." "How old are you anyway?" were her next words. "23," I replied. "Good lord, I have a son your age," she said shaking her head ruefully. "Then he's a very lucky guy," was all I could think to say. She smiled back and me and after a pause said, "Well, you should probably go." "Okay, I'll remember this night forever," I responded and reluctantly broke contact with her. "Me too," she replied, "Me too." With that she closed the door behind me and I walked towards my rental car on cloud 9, counting my lucky stars for the greatest night of my life. As I drove I began thinking of my real homecoming the next day. I wanted to see Tammy's reaction upon my arrival, but I was just certain I could have her again. I was less sure about mom, but there was no way I was waiting for next Halloween to get into her panties a second time. Come hell or high water, I was going to make it happen.