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Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 01

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



I call my mother, Julie, her twin sister, Jennie, my sister, Jessica, and my sister, Joanne, the Witches of Eastwick. Yeah, I know there were only three witches in the movie, Cher, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Susan Sarandon, but I expanded it to four to encompass my four female relatives. Definitely, the four of them are witches. Don't get me wrong. I mean that in a good way. I love them all. Still, they are witches and their witch like behavior worsens, especially around the Halloween holiday.

Once they are together talking, laughing, and having a few drinks, they cackle like real witches do, they scheme like witches do, and when they are plotting against men, they are evil just like real witches. It wouldn't surprise me if they have a book of potions and spells hidden somewhere in the cupboard. Oh, yeah, I definitely believe in witches and I definitely believe that these four could be witches. Only, I know they are not, that is, I don't think that they are. Anyway, for those who don't believe in witches or in witchcraft, read my story, the Boston Halloween Massacre.

This whole thing started when I was trying to get in my cousin Jenna's pants, which I've been trying to do for a while now. Young and old, everyone wants to get in Jenna's pants, even women. She's a hottie; moreover, she's nice and really fun. I've been in love with my cousin Jenna for as long as I can remember.

First of all, to be a female member of this family, you must be pretty, really pretty, and it seems that you must have a first name that begins with the letter J, such as my Mom, Julie, my aunt, Jennie, my sister, Jessica, my sister, Joanne, and Jenna, my gorgeous cousin, the one that this story is about or was supposed to be about and the one who I dream about and jerk off over every night. 

Even my grandmother's name was Josephine. Weird. Matter of fact, my grandmother is really pretty, too. She's only in her late fifties, but she's still hot. Definitely, as is my mother and my aunt, my grandmother is a MILF, too. Every female in this family is a hottie. Also, they all have wicked good senses of humors. When you get the five or six of them together, if you count grandma, all they do is laugh.

The genetic makeup of this family is very strong, so strong that it even branches out to my sister, my brother's wife, who not only looks like she could be my sister's sister but also her identical twin sister. Apparently, my brother must have always wanted to bang our sister because he married a woman who looks exactly like her. It appears my brother is as incestuously depraved as I am because here I am attracted to a younger and hotter version of my Mom and my aunt, my blood related, first cousin, Jenna. She, too, looks exactly like my sister and my sister-in-law for that matter. The three of them, especially from the back could be identical triplets. I'm surrounded by beautiful women who look almost exactly alike. Is it any wonder that I have incestuous thought? 

All five women are 5'4, give or take an inch, have straight, blonde hair and blue eyes, take a size 4/6, and have B cup breasts. Okay, you caught me. I've seen my Mom's breasts and I've seen my sister's breasts, too. I saw them both quite accidentally when I left my video recorder in the record position in the bathroom hidden beneath the sink and pointed at the bathtub. I know, it was stupid of me to do that, but I did. Really, I was so embarrassed, especially after watching the video on my computer over and over again while jerking off to it.

It was really hot watching the footage of first my Mom stripping naked, getting in the shower, and then emerging a few minutes later naked with a towel around her hair. Then, it was my sister's turn. Even though there is nearly a twenty year difference between the two of them, mother and daughter, they have the same exact body. Even their pubic hair is trimmed the same way, in a landing strip.

Yet, planting the video recorder ended up not mattering, as my Mom is always flashing me her naked body and my sister is always allowing me to see and touch her anyway, whenever we wrestle. My sister is very athletic. She used to be a cheerleader in high school and she loves to wrestle. We wrestle all the time. I especially enjoy wrestling with her whenever she wears a short skirt, which is all the time. She can't help but flash me her panties, then. Whenever we wrestle, I get to touch and feel her, accidentally on purpose, of course, everywhere.

The five of them buy one outfit and take turns wearing it. All of them even take the same size shoe, a size seven. I know this because they are always borrowing one another's shoes. Because they all have the same size and shape, round and firm ass, I swear, when they all stand in a line with the backs turned from me and when they have their hair arranged the same way, I dare anyone to tell one from the other, especially if you've had a few drinks, especially if you are with them in a darkened room, such as a nightclub.

Yeah, now I think you know where I'm going with this story. Can you imagine the possibilities of five gorgeous women who look so much like one another that you can't tell one from the other? Then, you add in the women dressed in costume, a dimly lit room, and everyone drinking alcohol, well, it makes for a fun, albeit very confusing Halloween time.

Moreover, because my Mom and her sister had babies out of wedlock when they were just kids themselves, barely 18-years-old, there's less than twenty years separating the youngest to the oldest in the group. As women do, the younger ones make themselves appear older, while the older ones make themselves appear younger. They all meet somewhere in the middle. They all look between the ages of twenty-seven to thirty-three.

It's best if I begin from the beginning because this is a very long and complicated story. Seriously, it's a good thing all the names begin with J, I think, that way, you don't need a scorecard. Even my name begins with J. Hi, I'm John, but everyone calls me Jack and you can, too.

It all started when my friend Dave e-mailed me that he was coming to Boston. I was really excited. Dave and I were best friends from kindergarten and I haven't seen Dave in three years, since he left the neighborhood to follow his passion in Hollywood, California.

Dave is a talented guy. He's a gifted artist. He works for the movie industry. He does makeup. Only, Dave's not a cosmetologist. Dave doesn't do the eye shadow and lip gloss type of makeup, he does the special character makeup. He didn't even go to school to learn this. He's self-taught. He's a genius when it comes to this stuff.

I envy him to be so young and so talented. Dave was the only one of our my friends who didn't go to college, yet he already has an aspiring career and makes more money in one year than I imagine I'll make with my accounting degree and working in my accounting career in ten years. He makes me wish that I was gifted at something, but I'm not. I'm just a regular guy who is in lustful and forbidden love with his first cousin.

Making partial masks from Latex and with the use of wigs, beards, and mustaches, Dave can make anyone look like anyone, just by creating different noses, chins, ears or defining cheek bones, and/or the shape of a forehead. He's a magician when it comes to makeup disguise. Certainly, he is a very talented artist. I imagine he could have been a sculpture or a painter, if he had a mindset to go in that direction.

Always staring at people in the street, before asking them if he can take their picture, he's always had the eye for faces and facial features. To be honest, I never saw what Dave saw in people's faces, until, that is, he'd hold up a black and white photo that he had taken to show me. He only takes black and white photos. He said because of the natural highlights and shadows that he sees more when the photo is in black and white than when it is in color. He said, believe it or not, the brilliant color washes away the detail. It makes sense, I guess. He's forever bent over while viewing photos through a loop. Anyway, once he showed me the photo and pointed out what he saw, the detail was amazing.

Even as a young child, his favorite toy was Mr. Potato Head. He'd spend countless hours switching noses, lips, and ears, only to be frustrated that he didn't have enough of a selection. That was when he started drawing endless faces in black pencil, which led him to work his magic using computers. When he was still in high school, he took a job in a wax museum and once his work was noticed, it was a quick progression before he found himself working in Hollywood making the big bucks. He's already been nominated for an Oscar. He didn't win, but just to be nominated got him noticed with the special effects teams and landed him more work. Now, he has a great job with a major movie studio.

When I heard that he was coming to Boston during the Halloween holiday, it was by no stretch of my imagination for Dave to work his magic on me. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to wear an original mask designed by David.

I never attended the Halloween masquerade dance or any of the dances that they attend before and didn't plan to attend this dance, until I discovered, quite by accident, when I read the invitation that my Mom inadvertently left on the kitchen table, that this particular Halloween masquerade ball was a swingers' dance.

A swingers' dance? Are you kidding me? I had no idea that the five of them were into swinging. I had an erection just thinking about the possibilities while imagining them all naked. I figured it would be a real hoot to attend the masquerade ball and wouldn't they be surprised to see me there. Someway and somehow, I knew that this dance was instrumental in my plan to, hopefully, nail my cousin.

Then, I came up with the idea of not telling the ladies that I'd be attending the Halloween masquerade party, too. This couldn't be any more perfect. Yeah, that's how I could get my cousin to have sex with me, by dressing up in costume and with Dave making up my face, she'd never recognize me. It was perfect.

It would be so cool to have Dave do my face and wear one of his masks. I couldn't help but think of Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible when he disguised himself by wearing different masks. I couldn't afford to pay what he charges to transform me, of course, but I knew he'd do it for free and as a goof for a friend.

Only, I didn't want a full mask. I wanted something that I was comfortable wearing, yet, something that no one would recognize me. I wanted something that I could have sex in and not sweat my brains out while hopefully tricking Jenna into thinking that I was someone else and making love to her on that false pretense.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm a cad for trying to trick my cousin to have sex with me, but if you saw my cousin, you'd be plotting to get her in bed, too. She has this rockin' body, a wicked pretty face, and I love being with her.

So, that was my plan. I was hoping to trick my cousin for sex. I was hoping to trick my cousin for the start of a relationship. I figured if she thought I was someone else and especially with all the insider information that I already knew about her, maybe, we could connect as a horny man and a desirable woman, instead of as first cousins. Especially after plying her with alcohol and getting her a little drunk, maybe, we could hit it off and get naked. 

Maybe, I figured, if we were already intimate, I'd have a better chance of persuading her to continue the relationship. Maybe, if we started fresh, without her knowing that it was me, her cousin, Jack, it would give me my chance to bloom our love affair without the incest stuff entangling everything and making things horribly messy.

Yeah, I know, it never works out to lie. I saw all those lesbian women who appeared on Jerry Springer to tell their girlfriend the secret that they are not a man, but a woman. Never did it ever work out for any of them. Always, I was torn between feeling bad for them and feeling that they got what they deserved for lying and continuing the sham that they were a man. I felt bad for the other woman, too, knowing that they weren't lesbian and suddenly making love to another woman was beyond being tricked. It was just wrong. It was just nasty. I couldn't imagine how grossed out they must have felt knowing that a woman went down on them and ate their pussy when they weren't lesbian.

My case is a bit different, though, you must realize. I'm not a woman trying to pretend to be a man. I'm a man trying to bang my cousin. Yeah, I know, so what's the difference? She may be as upset over us having incestuous sex, as she would if I were a woman telling her that I was a man and trying to have lesbian sex with her.

I know it's wrong to take advantage of my cousin. Yet, if you felt the way that I felt about her, if you hungered for her love, you'd try anything to be with her, even if it was only for that one time and even if it may mean that she'd never talk to you for the rest of your life.

Okay, there may have been one or two times on the Jerry Springer Show that their straight girlfriend didn't care that their boyfriend was really a lesbian and a woman instead of a man. Some of the women on the Springer show knew or suspected that they were a woman already, but the odds are still against me. I figure, what do I have to lose?

The worse that will happen is that she'll be pissed at me and won't speak to me for a while. Who knows, maybe she'll even know it's me and think the whole thing is a joke. Maybe, she'll just break my heart and reject me completely and think that I'm sick. Yeah, I am sick. I'm sick in love with her.

Yet, at least, I'd have the memory of having some hot sex with my cousin Jenna. Besides, what did it matter anyway? She's a freaking swinger. Give me a break. She's probably done some things that even I'd never do. She's probably fucked and sucked so many guys already that what does it matter if she does her cousin, too?

Anyway, I have no self-control when it comes to Jenna. All that I can think of is making out with my cousin, feeling her up and touching her everywhere, while she feels my cock through my pants. Ever since I came up with the idea of attending the Halloween masquerade party and going as someone else, every night I dream about removing her clothes, while she helps to strip me naked and fondles my cock before blowing me. Always, it's a hot fantasy and I end up jerking off in my bed while thinking of her.

I imagine going down on her and making her cum before I fuck her. I imagine making love to her, feeling her hand reach down and direct my hard cock in her wet pussy. I imagine pounding her soft, shapely body before she rolls me over, sits on top of my cock while riding me with her magnificent tits swaying from side to side and bouncing up and down. I envision reaching up and feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. 

I wonder what sounds she makes when she comes. I wonder if she's a screamer. I wonder if she likes to talk dirty in bed, as I do.

Then, after I've fucked her over and again, I imagine her taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me off. I imagine my hand firmly placed on the back of her blonde head before exploding a load of warm, oozy cum in her mouth and splashing a second load across her face when she removes my cock from her mouth a little too quickly. Now, you tell me, how could I not proceed with my plan to bang my cousin during the Halloween masquerade ball?

Then, I thought, what if I got her pregnant? What if she had a baby that looked like me or her or us? Oh, God, more family members who look exactly alike. It makes me wonder about the Osmond family. It makes me wonder if brothers weren't sleeping with their sisters in that family. I can hear the banjos playing in the background now. I can see us living in a shack in the Appalachian Mountains with six or seven youngins and assorted barnyard animals while hiding out from the revenuers. 

Yet, what if we did hit it off? What if she fell for me? What if when she discovered that it was me, her cousin, she didn't care? What if everything worked out? What if she has been lusting over me all this time? What if she's in love with me, too, but was too afraid to cross the incestuous boundary?

How cool would that be to have Dave make me up as...what? Shit? What could he make me up as? I didn't know what or who I wanted to be. Did I want to be a monster, vampire or ghoul or assume the identity of another person? Assuming the identity of another person held my interest, but whom? Maybe, he could make me look like a celebrity, but who? I had to give this some serious thought. This is my golden opportunity and I didn't want to screw it up.

"Uhm, hello, Dave, can you make me look like Brad Pitt so that I fool Angelina Jolie and make love to her?"

He's good, but he's not that good.

Then, when I overheard my mother talking in the kitchen with my aunt Jennie, my cousin Jenna, my sister Jessica, and my sister Joanne, the idea of who to be hit me and I knew. My aunt and cousin were talking about the upcoming Halloween masquerade ball that they were attending. They thought I was upstairs studying. They didn't know that I was sitting on the stairs listening to all that they said, as I always do whenever the Witches of Eastwick get together.

It was no secret now that the masquerade ball is X-rated and for adult fun only. When I found the invitation, I confronted them and they didn't deny that it was a swingers' dance. They all laughed their cackling laugh that made me think that they really were witches. It was then that I suspected that they were all swingers. Only, you don't like to think that your own mother and sister are slaves for cock. Seriously, I couldn't imagine that my sweet, innocent Jenna would be a swinger, too. There must be some mistake or misunderstanding. 

Because there are no men in these women's lives, except for my sister, who is married to my brother, Jimmy, they attend this dance every year. He's away at war in Iraq and will be there for another year, at least. They all attend together and to sit at the same table. I feel sorry for the poor son-of-a-bitch who walks up to that table and hopes to get lucky with any of those Witches of Eastwick. They all stick up for one another and they all watch each other's back. If you deal with one, you must deal with them all. No guy would past the test of making it through five discriminating women.

I can hear them all now rejecting a guy who was brave enough or horny enough to walk up to their table.

"Let him go, he's a loser," I imagined my sister saying.

"Get lost, weirdo," I imagined my sister saying.

"Obviously, he's a pervert," I imagined my aunt saying. "Did you see the big bulge in his pants and the way he was looking at you?"

"I didn't like him right from the start. He looked too much like the guy who knocked us up," I imagined my Mom saying to my aunt. 

"He looked gay to me," I imagined my cousin saying.

In the case of my aunt and my mother, personally, I think it's a bit weird that mothers would attend an X-rated masquerade ball with their daughters. And what's wrong with my sister and my cousin for wanting to attend a swingers' dance with their mothers? It's all very weird if you ask me. I don't understand any of it.

I mean, even if I knew who my Dad was, I'd be more apt to attend a baseball or a football game than to go to an X-rated masquerade ball with him. Never would I want to attend a swingers' dance with my Dad. It's just too weird. I can just see myself now.

"Did you get any pussy, yet, Dad?"

"Nah, son, but I have my eye on that hot blonde over there?"

"My sister? Gees, Dad, with all these women in the room, can't you pick one that is not a relative?" Now, you know why I'm into incest. It runs in the family.


Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 01



I can at least understand my sister going with them, being married to my brother. She has no intention of doing anything sexual with anyone. I hope. If she did, they'd all rat her out to my brother, no doubt. Maybe, not, maybe this swingers' dance has the same code that they have in Las Vegas. What happens at the Halloween Masquerade Ball stays at the Halloween Masquerade Ball. Wow! Wouldn't it be great to go to a place where you could be with anyone and everyone and leave without feeling guilty or like you did something wrong? Moreover, wouldn't it be great if no one squealed on you to your spouse or significant other? Now, that's my kind of dance.

Yet, I couldn't help but imagine them all in the orgy room doing men and even doing women. I imagined men lining up to be with the five of them. They are all hot. I imagined them all doing a gangbang. The thoughts of them having hot sex with swingers made me want to touch myself. Okay, I really don't need a reason to touch myself, but you know what I mean. 

I couldn't help but think of my Mom and my aunt sucking some guy's cock and swallowing his load. As soon as I thought about that, I thought of my Mom blowing me while I played with her tits. Then, I thought of my aunt blowing me while I played with her tits. Hey, what can I say, I like tits.

While imagining being with my aunt, Jenna looks so much like my aunt that I imagined Jenna was blowing me instead of her mother. While thinking that I was with Jenna instead of my aunt, I imagined being so excited that I humped my aunt's face and fucked her mouth until I shot all that I had.

It made me excited to think of my sister fucking two guys with me being one of the guys. I imagined my sister bent over and naked and fucking some guy doggie style, while I stood in front of her with my cock in her mouth. I imagined playing with her tits and fingering her nipples while she stroked me and sucked my cock. Then, I imagined exploding a load of warm, gooey cum in her mouth, too.

I wondered if it was considered cheating if my sister had sex with a woman. I imagined my sister-in-law lying on the bed naked while I watched a woman eating her pussy. Then, when I walked up to my sister-in-law, she took my cock in her hand and stroked me before taking my cock in her mouth and blew me. There was my sister-in-law blowing me while a woman was eating her. How hot was that?

Then, there was Jenna. I couldn't bear to think of anyone touching her, but me. I wanted her all to myself. I imagined my cousin naked and holding her arms out wide for me to come to her and to cum in her. I imagined us kissing and making love all night.

No doubt, the ball is an excuse for swingers to have sex with one another. Last year my mother and her sister went as Queens while their daughters went as Princesses. Because my brother is away, this is the first year my sister is attending the big bash. She was hesitant at first, until they told her that it was just a dance and that they didn't have sex with anyone there. I wonder if she was relieved or disappointed. I wondered if what they told her was the truth. It was more exciting to imagine have sex with other swingers.

Yet, rather than shock and surprise her, they told her upfront that it is a swingers' Halloween dance and that there is only sex if you want it. All you have to do is to say no, if someone is pressuring you for sex, they assured her not to worry that she was safe with them. That's for sure. No one would bother those shrews, for sure. They swore up and down that they don't go there to have sex, but just to have a good time dancing, drinking, laughing, and talking while dressing up in costume.

Yet, I didn't believe them. It wouldn't surprise me if they were all swingers. It wouldn't surprise me if they were fucking and sucking guys and having lesbian sex, too. Definitely, in the case of my aunt and my sister, it wouldn't surprise me if they did women, too. 

Okay, maybe, I have an over active imagination that is directly encouraged by the amount of testosterone that surges through my body, but it is exciting to imagine my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my sister doing other guys, just as it is exciting to imagine my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my sister-in-law doing me. I couldn't help but imagine the four of them in bed naked with me in the middle. Only, I can't even imagine my cousin with someone else. I get jealous just thinking of her with another man. I want her; I really want her, all to myself. I don't want anyone even talking to her. 

Man, I can't wait for this dance. I'm going to have such a hot time. Only, I need to come up with a disguise. What though? I need to trick my cousin into believing that I'm not only someone else but also that I'm her dream man. Yet, how the Hell can I do that? Yet, if I could accomplish that, she'd be mine. 

Always ones to enjoy the spirit of the holidays, they had no idea what costume they would rent this year. Then, after I started calling them the Witches of Eastwick, they all decided to wear the same costume, a witch's costume. Only, I had no idea that they all decided to wear the same costume. Last I heard, before going off with Dave to get made up, was that they couldn't decide what to go as and that they were all wearing different costumes. Women, go figure, they change their minds more than I change my underwear. I will have you know that I change my underwear every day.

Probably the reason why I have the hots for Jenna, ever since puberty, I've had the hots for my aunt Jennie. My aunt Jennie lived next door to us and I was always stealing peeks at her dressing and undressing. I think she knew, too, because she'd leave her blinds open enough to give me a good show. I wouldn't be surprised if she was an exhibitionist, as I wouldn't be surprised if she masturbated thinking about me watching her get dressed and undressed, as I masturbated over her getting dressed and undressed. Over the years, I've seen her naked plenty of times. She's got a wicked good body for an old broad. Not that she's old. She's around 40-years-old, but at only 21-years-old, that's old to me.

Yeah, sure, I went through the regular guy stuff and wanted to bang my sister and my mother, but now that I'm older, I realize that it was just the age and the excessive amount of testosterone that raged through my body as I matured. Now, I only think about banging my mother and my sister when I'm horny, which is, I guess, okay, all the time. Still, you'd have the hots for my Mom and my sister if you saw them, too. You'd want to bang my Mom if she was always flashing you her hot body. You'd want to bang my sister if she was always wrestling you, like Elly Mae Clampett, while wearing a short skirt and flashing you her panty.

There were plenty of times that I accidentally on purpose flashed my mom and my sister my cock. Sometimes, I'd just hang around the house with a loose bathrobe with nothing underneath sitting on the couch like a typical guy and pretending that I wasn't showing when I knew that I was. Sometimes, especially on a hot day, I'd come downstairs wearing just my boxers and all that it took was for me to hug and kiss my Mom good morning and I get a raging hard-on that would sometimes pop out of my underwear. They would both stare, point, and laugh. I always acted embarrassed while stuffing it back inside my underwear.

They always looked, sometimes they stared, but nothing ever happened. A few times they even opened my bedroom door while I was jerking off. Always they stared at my cock and it always took them a few seconds longer to leave, but they always acted embarrassed and apologized later. Still, they'd do it again.

They both gave me plenty of shows, too. My sister was always walking around the house in her bra and panty. It was a game that I played with her reaching out and pulling down her panty as I ran by or pulled up her bra as I walked by her. Then, she'd try pulling down my boxers and we'd start wrestling on the floor. I love wrestling with my sister. I got to touch her every where when I was wrestling with her. I was always feeling her tits and grabbing her ass.

"Mom! This little pervert is trying to see my ass. Mom! This little pervert is trying to feel my tits." It was always the same. 

My Mom was more blatant about it. She'd emerged from the bathroom putting on her bathrobe as I was walking down the hall to go pee. She was always flashing me her tits and her pussy. Always, she gave me an erection and always I went back to my room to jerk off over my mom. I think she knew, too. I think she did it on purpose.

Whenever it was a really hot day, my Mom would go to bed naked and I always sneak a peek of her body on the pretense of delivering her a morning cup of coffee.

"Jack, get out! I'm naked."

"Sorry, Mom. I won't look much. I just brought you a cup of coffee."

"Thank you, Baby," she'd say pulling the sheet across her naked body too late.

Both my sister and Mom always top their tops off in the backyard while tanning. I used to charge my friends five bucks for a peek at their tits. I always suspected they knew they were giving my friends a show.

Okay, so what if I think about having sex with my mother and my sister? If you ever saw them, you'd want to have sex with them, too. Only now, after seeing the hottie that my cousin Jenna has become, no longer do I think of my Mom, my sister, my aunt, and my sister. I only think of Jenna. I'd love to get her in bed. Especially, now that I know that they attend these swinger type parties and have sex with strangers. If Jenna can have sex with strangers, why not have sex with me, her cousin? Damn, there's that banjo music, again.

Yet, I know it's wrong. Being blood related I know it's incest, but Jenna is so gorgeous and we get along so well. It's insane when my dream woman is my cousin and is someone who I am forbidden to have. I sometimes imagine running away with her to Kentucky or West Virginia or Tennessee or wherever they don't question that sort of incestuous behavior. Hey, I'd even learn to play the banjo and make moonshine, if it meant that I could be with and marry my cousin Jenna. 

Living next door to one another since we were kids, from classmates to sports to sexual relationships, Jenna and I talk about everything. We're best friends. We flirt, tease, and say a lot of innuendoes back and forth to one another. In the past, while making out, we even did a little touchy feely, but only while wearing our clothes. We never took it as far as I'd like to have taken it. Once, we did a web cam thing and she flashed me her tits, pussy, and ass and I flashed my cock to her. That was hot. I jerked off over seeing her tits, pussy, and ass and showing her my cock for months. 

A couple of times, when we kissed for birthdays or other celebrations, such as graduations, I tried slipping her some tongue. She always acted shocked and grossed out, but I think she acted that way because she was embarrassed or uncomfortable. Okay, even I admit, it was a bit weird to try and French kiss my cousin, someone I have known all my life. Yet, I got over feeling weird once I put my arms around her slim waist and slipped my hands down to the top of her ass, pressed my erect cock against her pelvis and kissed her. She made me so excited that I just knew then that she was the one for me.

Man, she's so hot. It wasn't for the lack of sexual attraction that we obvious share for one another. We, unfortunately, are first cousins first and in a civilized society that transposes being man and woman. Only, I wish we weren't cousins. I wish we were just neighbors, the boy and the girl who lived next door. How perfect that would have been? Then, I'd be free to date her. I'd be free to begin a long-term relationship with her and I'd be free to have wild, hot, sex with her every morning and every night.

Last year, I took her to the New Year's Eve bash. We had just broken up with our significant others and were both feeling a bit down that we didn't have anyone to take to the New Year's Eve bash but a cousin. Taking your cousin to the New Year's Eve bash is almost as bad as taking your sister to the Senior Prom. Nonetheless, to be in the company of someone who looked as good and as hot as did Jenna that night, I didn't see my cousin as my cousin but more as an attractive and sexy woman who I wanted to fuck, suck, and lick.

As the evening progressed and the alcohol weaved its way through our nervous systems, we started loosening up. Towards the end of the evening, so enthralled with one another, we even forgot we were cousins, but more best friends. We did some slow dancing and made out a little on the dance floor, but nothing more than just a few pecks on the lips.

When she held me while dancing, she made me feel that I was her boyfriend instead of her cousin. While I rubbed my growing erection against her stomach, she allowed me to rest my hand on the top of her round, firm ass with my other hand in contact with the side of her firm breast. She wore the type of dress that didn't require a bra and her tit was totally accessible. She gave me plenty of down dress views of her tits that night. Damn, I loved that dress, short and slinky, and she looked like a million bucks wearing it, too.

Dancing cheek to cheek with Jenna made me forget about my girlfriend who dumped me and she forgot about her boyfriend who dumped her. Maybe, it was a rebound thing, but we were both aroused. We danced like that, like boyfriend and girlfriend instead of cousins, all night. Besides, we were at a place where there were wall to wall people and no one knew us and knew we were cousins. We were slow dancing so close that I had a constant erection. Surely, she must have felt the hardness of my cock against her soft belly. Surely, she must have known that I wanted her. 

At the stroke of midnight we kissed, only this time more passionately. This time, she allowed my tongue to part her lips. This time we French kissed and we continued making out later when we found ourselves alone on the balcony and alone in my parked car in the parking lot. I couldn't believe I was French kissing my cousin, not once or twice, but dozens of times. We were really making out. Jenna is a great kisser. Now, every night, I dreamt about French kissing Jenna and now here I was sticking my tongue in her mouth while feeling her tits. 

When alone on the balcony with her, I pushed my pelvis into her pelvis and reached my hands down and felt, grabbed, and squeezed both of her ass cheeks. She has a great ass. I know because I've seen her in a bikini. It didn't take me long to push her up against a dark corner of the wall. While making out with her, I had her dress up in back and was feeling her ass through her panty while she was feeling my cock through my pants. I loved the sensation of feeling her ass through her panty. She has and incredibly firm ass.

Once in the parked car, we did nothing more than make out and touch one another's bodies through our clothes, and it was then that I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I was making her hot with my kisses and with my touches. Only, she was more reticent to cross the incest line than I was. I was ready, but she was not.

With great reluctance on her part and great determination on my part, I did manage to take her tits out and suck her nipples. It was easy with the low cut dress she was wearing because I didn't have to fool around with unhooking a bra. Once, I felt her tits and sucked and fingered her nipples, once I made her hot with my French kisses, she unzipped me, pulled out my cock and stroked me a little bit. I couldn't believe it, but that was it. To my great disappointment and frustration, it didn't go any further than that. Still, the sight of watching her stroke my cock and the feel of her little hand and long fingers around the girth of my prick was even better than I had imagined. 

If I were anyone else, she would have gone down on me, I'm sure of it. She would have sucked me off. If I wasn't her cousin, she would have blown me. If it wasn't for the fact that we were so related, she would have fucked me right there in the backseat of the car and we'd be having a hot love affair right now.

I wanted her to suck my cock. I wished that I could have cum in her mouth. I wanted to fuck her in the backseat of the car, but I was happy how the evening progressed. We had a really hot time and if nothing else, it opened the door for more. If nothing else, it showed her that I was as interested in continuing a forbidden relationship as much as she was. After French kissing her, feeling her ass through her panty, feeling and caressing her tits, and fingering and sucking her nipples, at least I had some jerk off material until the next time we found one another alone, vulnerable, and horny even if nothing more ever happened.

The weird part is that my aunt and cousin could be sisters, twin sisters, as my mother and sister could be twin sisters, too. Put the four of them together and your head will spin trying to tell one from the other. They even sound alike when they talk and when they laugh. Now, when you add my sister to the mix, well, this is too weird to be true. Even as a fiction writer, I couldn't make up this shit. This is a true story.

The same 5'4" height, they both weigh about the same 120 pounds and both take the same dress size. Both are blonde, blue eyed beauties. As is my sister, Jessica, with our Mom, Julie, Jenna is a clone of her mother, Jennie, in nearly everyway, including their size B cup tits. Jenna looks a little like a cross between Kelly Preston, John Travolta's wife, when she played Marnie in Twins with Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Lindsay Lohan, only she's prettier than the both of them. She's a carbon copy of her mother. Lindsay Lohan has been looking a bit fucked over lately. Has anyone else noticed? I think she's doing too much partying, drinking, and drugs. She used to be so pretty. 

Now, that they all have the same, long, black witches outfit, especially when they pull their hoods over their heads, if it wasn't so erotically exciting it would be schizophrenic. Instead of seeing double, seeing the same image five times over is as exciting as it is disturbing. Definitely, the five of them together look like clones in a coven.

My cousin is the same age as I am, 21-years-old and her mother is only nineteen years older than she is. My sister is only a year older than me and my brother is a year older than my sister. My Mom started having babies very young.

As did my Mom with her daughter, Jennie had her daughter out of wedlock right after she graduated from high school. She decided to keep the baby and dump her boyfriend. I guess it was a magical moment that only lasted a moment. The weird thing, come to find out later, is that my Mom and my aunt screwed the same guy, which explains why Jenna and Jessica look so much alike. They have the same father. I can hear the banjo music playing in the background already.

My aunt isn't very lucky when it came to men. The man she was dating and was to marry was sent overseas and killed in the Gulf War. Jenna was only 5-years-old when that happened. They were together for 3 years before he died in combat. She's had two failed marriages since that tragic event of losing the supposed love of her life in war. Jenna knew him as Daddy.

No one really knew who Jenna's father was and my aunt never said, until recently, when she told my Mom that Jenna and Jessica's dad is one and the same. They had a blowout fight and didn't speak for a month, which is huge issue for identical twins. Yeah, identical twins are always arguing, but this was different. That's just a twin thing. This was more serious.

So, I guess, my sister Jessica and my cousin Jenna are more step sisters than they are cousins. Okay, maybe, we do need a scorecard to keep the players straight in this story. Jimmy and I have different fathers, too, but the same mother. I guess, an understatement, the women in my family are a bit promiscuous, which may explain why I'm always so horny and why they always expose their naked bodies to me. Now, you know why I think they may be swingers.




Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 01



I can't even remember how many times my Mom and my aunt accidentally on purpose, no doubt, flashed me, but that would be a whole story to write about all that. Wouldn't it be funny if I was the one they all wanted? Wouldn't it be funny if all these years, my Mom, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my sister have been lusting over me. Nah. What are the chances of that? Still, that's every horny guy's incestuous dream. 

"I'd love to meet my Prince Charming at the Halloween party this year," said my aunt Jennie.

"Yeah, it would be nice to meet a nice guy who treated me like a lady, instead of a slut," said my cousin Jenna. "The guys today don't want to commit. They just want a blowjob."

Suddenly, I imagined my cousin Jenna blowing some guy and I was wicked jealous. Suddenly, I imagined the guy humping her face and fucking her mouth while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. I imagined him unloading his cum in her mouth and she swallowed. Then, I imagined him shooting a second load across her face and across her tits. Now, I was angry. I never thought about Jenna sucking someone else's cock. I always thought of her as sweet and innocent. I always considered that she was a virgin, but I don't think she is, especially if she's been attending swingers' dances.

Still, I would love for my cousin Jenna to give me a blowjob. I always fantasize over her sucking my cock. I'd be willing to commit to her for the rest of my life, so long as she gave me a lifetime of blowjobs. I guess I'm a typical guy. I'm in love with my cousin Jenna. I would do anything to be with her forever.

"What's your idea of a perfect man, asked my Mom of her twin sister."

"Someone tall, well built, around thirty, oh, and black. I've always wanted to do a black man, one who had a big, black cock."

She floored me when she said that she wanted to do black man. Suddenly, I imagined a big, black man with a cock as big as his shoe size giving my aunt the fucking of her life. Then, I imagined her on her knees sucking his big, black cock.

By the rest of her description, tall, well built, and around thirty, apparently, she wasn't very choosey. Except for the age requirement and the skin color, even I could fill that bill. It's typical how older women want younger men. 

"What about you, Jenna, what's your idea of the perfect man?"

I strained my ear to listen.

"Someone tall, well built, around thirty, and yeah, I'd like to do a black man, too," she said with a sexy laugh.

Apparently, she wasn't very choosey either. Again, except for the age and skin color, even I could fill that bill. It's typical how younger women want older men.

"You two may fall in love with the same guy," said my Mom with a big laugh.

Pick me. I wanted to interrupt their conversation. Pick me.

That's when it hit me. That's what I'll be for Halloween. I'll have Dave make me up as the perfect man for my cousin, a black man. Just as I'm sure he'll love the challenge, I'm sure that he can do it. I'll have him make me appear older, around thirty.

Suddenly, thoughts of having hot sex with my hot cousin consumed me. Only, how would I pull that off? I'd have to separate them and get her alone. Yet, they are never one without the other. They are always together. How the Hell am I going to get her alone? I need a plan, but what? I racked my brain trying to think of different scenarios and excuses on how to separate her from the others.

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Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 02



"What about you, Jenna, what's your idea of the perfect man?"

I strained my ear to listen.

"Someone tall, well built, around thirty, and yeah, I'd like to do a black man, too," she said with a sexy laugh.

Apparently, she wasn't very choosy either. Again, except for the age and skin color, even I could fill that bill. It's typical how younger women want older men.

"You two may fall in love with the same guy," said my Mom with a big laugh.

Pick me. I wanted to interrupt their conversation. Pick me.

That's when it hit me. That's what I'll be for Halloween. I'll have Dave make me up as the perfect man for my cousin, a black man. Just as I'm sure he'll love the challenge, I'm sure that he can do it. I'll have him make me appear older, around thirty.

Suddenly, thoughts of having hot sex with my hot cousin consumed me. Only, how would I pull that off? I'd have to separate them and get her alone. Yet, they are never one without the other. They are always together. How the Hell am I going to get her alone? I need a plan, but what? I racked my brain trying to think of different scenarios and excuses on how to separate her from the others.

After I told Dave that I wanted him to transform me from a white man to a black man, the day of the dance, he told me to get to his house early. He told me that it would take several hours for him to do the makeup and the transformation. Only, I didn't know that I'd have to get naked in front of Dave.

"Ewww! Gross!"

What was I thinking? Duh, of course I'd have to get naked for him to spray paint me. We're friends, best friends, but Dave is gay and I'm not. I hated when he uttered the words.

"Take off all your clothes and stand up here."

Dave has always had a crush on me. I was more than uncomfortable standing on a pedestal while he spray painted the color on my naked body. Now, I had an idea of how a woman felt like to be so ogled.

I could tell by his sudden enthusiasm that he enjoyed seeing me naked, no doubt, just as he enjoyed holding my cock in his hand while he spray painted my balls a nice rich chocolate brown.

"Ewww! Gross!"

He inserted this gummy molded piece in my mouth that made my lips protrude a bit more and made my mouth wider. He gave me snow white caps for my teeth that made me wish my teeth were as white and made me realize how yellow my teeth are from drinking black coffee, no doubt. He made me a new nose that was a bit wider with larger nostrils. Lastly, he affixed a black curly wig to my head.

Suddenly, it all came together. Suddenly, I didn't feel like myself anymore. I felt like someone else. I felt like a black man.

When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but think of that book that I read in school, Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin, about a white man who dressed up like a black man to experience racism first hand in the south. Yet, I made a beautiful black man. I was such a nice color brown. I was freaking handsome. I looked better as a black man as I did a white man. Seeing myself like this made me wish I could dress up like a black man every day. Suddenly, I felt like attending the Obama rally that they were having downtown today, just to see if anyone would notice that I was a dorky white guy disguised as a proud black man. 

He made me look like a cross between Muhammad Ali in his younger days when he was Cassius Clay, Arthur Ashe, the great tennis player who died of AIDS, and Tiger Woods. The brown spray paint, even my cock appeared bigger. So that's their secret. I looked good, real good. Strutting my stuff, I started walking back and forth in front of the mirror getting my cool walk down and talking some jive.

Since I have the body and the height of a boxer, I decided to play the role all the way and to go to the party dressed as a boxer. My choice of costume showed my beautiful black body. My costume consisted of a boxing robe, boxing trunks, boxing boots, and boxing gloves. I looked like a winner.

I scouted the room for my Witches of Eastwick, but there was no sign of them. Eager to arrive, I was early. I was nervous. I felt so exposed. I felt that someone was going to walk up to me and know that I wasn't black and take offense and call me a racist. Yet, no one did. Matter of fact, I received lots of looks from the ladies, black and white. I got there at 8pm and most of the party goers didn't start pouring in until after 9pm. Just as I was getting overly anxious wondering if they were going to show up, I saw them at the door paying to get in the dance.

Oh, my God. There they are and they are all dressed the same. They all wore the same black witches costume with the same big, black witches' hat with hoods dangling in the back. They looked like a cult. Definitely, they looked like a coven. The black costumes contrasted with their long, straight blonde hair, porcelain skin, and ruby lips. They looked good, real good. They reminded me of the women from the Robert Palmer's video, Addicted To Love, where all the women are dressed alike, have their hair and makeup the same, and look almost exactly alike. From the distance that I was away from them, they all looked the same. Just as I was about to walk closer, a tall, black Nubian princess asked me to dance.

She was hot. She was so freakin pretty. With her big tits spilling out over her top and her big, round ass protruding from the rear, she almost made me forget about my cousin, especially when we started dancing close, real close.

"For a black man, honey, you sure do have two left feet," she said laughing. "You dance like a white man."

"Sorry, I said. I don't dance."

"I know that," she said giving me a look. She looked over at another black man doing his thing on the dance floor. "I'm gonna go get me some of that."

If only she knew that I was a white guy disguised as a black man, surely, that would have explained it. She made me feel a bit foolish, but I was doing all of this for Jenna and for love. She left me for a short, black guy that could really get down and get it going on the dance floor. He was a dancing fool. He danced like James Brown. Now, he could really dance and he had people standing around him in a circle clapping. Yet, even though I couldn't dance anything but a slow dance, if I was able to pass as a black man with a hot, black woman, I knew that I could fool my cousin.

The five of them were already sitting at their table sipping their girlie drinks, when I finally approached.

"Hello, ladies."

Whatever Dave stuck in my mouth to make my lips protrude made me talk like a black guy, too. It was weird. That Dave is a genius.

"My name is..." Shit, what the Hell is my name? Suddenly, I couldn't think of a name. I almost said Jack. The only name befitting a black man that I could think of was that of the Defensive Lineman of the New England Patriots, Ty Warren. "...Tyrone," I said finally. "But you ladies can call me Ty."

"Hi Ty," said my aunt and giving me her best sexy smile.

"Let's dance," she said standing and grabbing me by the hand and practically dragging me to the dance floor.

"I'd love to suck his big, black cock," I heard my sister say to my mother, as I was walking away from their table. Damn, I never knew my sister was such a slut.

"Me first," said my Mom to my sister. "You can have sloppy seconds after I'm done fucking his black ass." Oh, my God, my Mom is a slut, too.

I was getting more than a little nervous here. Whatever happened to they don't have sex at these dances? Whatever happened to they just go to the dance to dance, drink, talk, and have some laughs while dressing up in costume? I knew it. I knew they were all swingers. I knew they were fucking and sucking men. I just knew it.

My aunt was dancing so close to me that I couldn't fit a playing card between us. Then, I felt her hand reach down and feel my cock. Oh, my God. Instinctively, I recoiled. Hot damn. Instantly, I had an erection. Instantly, I was horny and wanted to return the favor by feeling her pussy, but I didn't. 

I thought about all those times that I wished my aunt would feel my cock and now here she is groping me. Only, this time was different. This time, I was totally immersed in thought over Jenna and I didn't want her to see me being groped by her mother. Certainly, I didn't want her to see me groping her mom, so I behaved myself and acted the gentleman that I know that I could be, especially now since I had good reason.

"Is all that for me?"

"Sure, Baby," I said turning my back to where Jenna was sitting. I didn't know what the Hell else to say. This was all so new, being at a swingers' dance and being groped by my aunt who, no doubt, changed my diaper when I was a baby.

"Maybe, later, you can come up to my room. I'm on the fifth floor," she said feeling the full length of my cock before giving it a playful squeeze and a good rub. She reached her hand in my pocket and squeezed my cock again while stuffing her plastic room key there.

The gentleman that I am, I escorted her back to her table and was about to ask Jenna to dance, when my Mom grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the dance floor.

Déjà vu, just like her sister, she was all over me, too. When we were dancing, she reached around behind her and lowered my hand to her ass. I couldn't believe it. I was feeling my Mom's ass, as she was practically humping me on the dance floor. Immediately, without feeling any panty line, I knew she wasn't wearing panties. Just like her twin sister, my Mom is a slut, too. Then, I felt her hand reach down the front of me. Mom was feeling my cock. Oh, my God. Suddenly, my erection stiffened.

When the music stopped, she too stuck her hand in my pocket, gave my erection a good feel and a gentle squeeze, and deposited her room key.

"Later," she said. Hurriedly before the next song started, I escorted her back to the table and quickly tried to reach Jenna, but my sister stood up to block my path. Now, it was my sister's turn. This was getting too weird.

"C'mon, dance with me, Ty," she said dragging me up to the dance floor. Only, I wanted to dance with Jenna before someone else asked her to dance. I didn't want to dance with my sister at a swingers' dance. That's even worse than dancing with your sister at the senior prom. I didn't want to lose this opportunity with Jenna. This whole thing was about Jenna and to trick Jenna into having sex with me and now everything is backfiring on me. If I wanted, I could have sex with my Mom, my aunt, and my sister. This is nuts.

Another slow dance, leaning the top part of her body back while pushing her pelvic area forward, my sister was grinding her hot body into my growing cock. Her pussy was so close to my cock that if we weren't wearing clothes, I'd be fucking her right there on the dance floor. 

"Did I do that," she said looking down at the big bulge my cock made in my pants. "Did I get Tyrone all excited? Did I make you hard by grinding my wet pussy in your cock?" She reached down and felt my cock with a slow hand. "Oh, it feels so big. I can't wait to see it. I can't wait to stick it in my mouth and suck it."

My sister was such a slut. Even I was aghast by her promiscuity. Just as my aunt and mother was my sister was all over me. Her hands were everywhere. She was a freaking octopussy. She was grabbing my ass, feeling my cock, and practically dry humping me right there on the dance floor. She made me feel so violated. I was being sexually assaulted, only no one even noticed because everyone else on the dance floor was acting the same way.

I couldn't believe it when she too reached inside my pocket, felt the full length of my cock and deposited her room key, too. Literally, I had to pull her hand out before she jerked me off right there on the dance floor.

"I'll see you, later, Ty," she said giving me a sexy smile.

Finally, I was going to dance with my Jenna. Only, my sister, my brother's wife, surprised the shit out of me. Just as I was approaching Jenna, Joanne grabbed me from behind. She, too, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me up to the dance floor. She was all over me, as if we were at the senior prom. Grabbing my ass, feeling my cock, she put my hand on her tit. Immediately, I felt her nipple make an impression in the thin material of her witches' costume. I couldn't help myself. I'm a tit man and I started kneading her tit. Ever since I saw her tits at her wedding when her wedding gown fell in front of me, I wanted to feel them. She has nice knockers.

Then, she stood on her tippy-toes to whisper in my ear.

"I want to suck your big, black cock," she said reaching in my pocket to deposit her key. I was glad that I wore my pants that had deep pockets. "Then, I want you to fuck my wet pussy." Lifting the front of her costume, she took my hand, stuck it between her legs, and held it there while she humped me.

"You're so wet."

I just felt my sister's wet pussy. I couldn't believe it. She wasn't wearing any panties either. Then, she kissed me. It wasn't a peck. It was a soulful French kiss. I was French kissing my brother's wife. Her tongue was practically down my throat while her hand was feeling, rubbing, and kneading my cock.

"Then, after you fuck me, I want to blow you again," she said standing on her toes again. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your load." 

My sister is a total slut. I had no idea. I always thought she was so nice. She takes her kids to church every Sunday.

Finally, finally, finally, it was Jenna's turn to dance.

"May I have this dance," I said.

"Sure," she said with a demure smile. If she was pretty before, she's so much prettier when she smiles. So far, Jenna was the only one acting like the lady that I've always known her to be. She was the only one who wasn't groping me and feeling my cock.

We dance, we talked, and we laughed. As if we were good friends, who we were, as if we had known one another all our lives, which we did, we were having a good time. We were really hitting it off, so much so that I walked her over to the bar and we sat and had a drink while the Witches of Eastwick stewed at their table. There was no way that I was going back there. I was afraid they'd attack me, strip off my clothes, and rape me. They were all depraved. They were wild animals. Besides, I didn't want any of them ruining my chances with Jenna. I didn't want her to think that I was that type of guy.

Who the Hell was I kidding? I am that type of guy. I'm here on false pretenses trying to trick and deceive my cousin into having hot sex with me. Yet, look at her. She's so beautiful. I love her. I really love her.

If it wasn't for wanting Jenna so bad, I would have been wild with excitement for the chance to bed my aunt, Jennie. I always wanted to fuck her. I was so in lust with her for years. Always, while jerking off over her, I wondered what she looked like naked. I wondered what it would be like to French kiss my aunt. I wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to really bang her in bed, and I wondered what it felt like to have my cock in her mouth.

I thought of all the times that I peeped on her while she was dressing and undress with the blinds open. I spent countless times jerking off over the thoughts of my Aunt Jennie sucking my cock. Yet, now that I have the chance to be with her and to see and touch her naked body, I don't want it and I don't want her. I want my beautiful Jenna.

If it wasn't for wanting Jenna so bad, I would have been wild with excitement for the chance to bed my Mom. I know it is so wrong to want to have sex with your mother, but all guys do. Now that you are a man, all guys want to hold and suckle the breast of their mother like you did when you were a baby.

I thought of all the times she exposed herself to me when coming out of the shower and putting her bathrobe over her nakedness, while pretending that I wasn't even there leering at her and lusting over her. I couldn't count the number of times she accidentally on purpose flashed me her tits, ass, and pussy. Over the years, a single Mom with me being the only male in the house, in her horny moments, no doubt, she flashed me plenty of up skirts of her panties and of her pussy when she wasn't wearing panties and down blouses of her bra and of her tits when she wasn't wearing a bra, especially whenever she had been drinking. Whenever she had been drinking, she was always all over me trying to kiss me and touch me.

I thought of all those times when she came home from work tired and asked me to give her a back massage. She'd strip down to her bikini panty and lay on her stomach on the bed in her bedroom. I'd spend my entire time rubbing her back and thighs while trying to steal peeks of her tits. She gave me a raging erection when she allowed me to touch the sides of her breasts. I used to fantasize while jerking off that I rolled her over and massaged her tits.

Then, I thought of all the times that I flashed my cock to her, when sitting in the living room wearing a bathrobe without wearing underwear. I thought of all those times that I paraded around her in my boxer shorts with an erection that occasionally made a surprise appearance. I thought of all those times she entered my bedroom without knocking and caught me masturbating over the thoughts of her having sex with me, which now gave me new and more fodder and made me jerk off over her even more.

I spent countless times jerking off over the thoughts of having sex with my mother. Yet, now that I have the chance to do it, now that she is more than willing for me to see her naked and to touch her naked body, while she sucks my cock, I don't want it and I don't want her. I want my beautiful Jenna.

If it wasn't for wanting Jenna so bad, I would have been wild with excitement for the chance to bed my sister. I thought of all the horny times I jerked off over the thoughts of my sister giving me a hand job or a blowjob. I thought of all those times that I wanted to bend her over the sink and stick my cock in her pussy while banging the top of her head against the wall.

I thought of all the times she teased me by parading around me just in her low cut bra and bikini panty. I remember all those times I ran up behind her and pulled down her panty for a flash of her ass or ran past her and lifted up her bra for a flash of her tits. I thought of all those times we wrestled on the floor or on the bed and I touched her everywhere accidentally on purpose, of course, and she accidentally on purpose felt my cock and my balls while trying to pin me. Just as I had flashed my Mom, I thought of all the times that I had flashed my cock to my sister and all the times she had stared at my cock whenever I flashed her.

I spent countless times jerking off over the thoughts of having sex with my sister. Yet, now that I have the chance, now that she wants me to kiss her and make love to her, now that she wants to suck my cock and wants me to cum in her mouth, I don't want it and I don't want her. I want my beautiful Jenna.

If it wasn't for wanting Jenna so bad, I would have been wild with excitement for the chance to bed my sister. Ever since my brother married her, I've been as attracted to her as I've been attracted to my sister. Maybe because they look so much alike, maybe because they could be sisters, twin sisters, that I so wanted to have sex with her, too.

I remembered even on her wedding day when she wore her low cut wedding gown and as my brother's best man, I was standing in front of her when she went to toss the bouquet. When she lifted her arms over her head and stretched to toss the flowers behind her, the entire front of her gown slipped down and I was rewarded with the most perfect view of her tits and nipples. I couldn't believe her tits where not two feet away. It took all the control that I had not to reach out and touch them and know to bend down and suck them. All that I could do was to stare at her B cup breasts and erect nipples. I imagined touching them, caressing them, feeling them, and sucking them.




Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 02



She took her time pulling up her gown. She made eye contact with me, looked down at her tits, and back up at me again and gave me a wink before pulling up her gown. I certainly didn't think that she was flirting with me on her wedding day, but now in hindsight, especially after witnessing the way that she is acting now, she's a total slut and was flirting with me on her wedding day, no doubt.

I jerked off over that day and over seeing her tits for months. I jerked off over imagining what it would be like to feel and suck her tits and to go to bed with my sister and what it would be like to make love to her. I wondered what it would be like for her to give me a blowjob, to cum in her mouth, and to watch her swallow all that I had to give. 

I spent countless times jerking off over the thoughts of having sex with my sister. Yet, now that I have the chance, now that she is willing to do me and to blow me, I don't want it and I don't want her. I want my beautiful Jenna.

Just as Jenna climbed down from the barstool and stood to leave, she slid her key across the bar to me. I couldn't believe it. Jenna wanted me. She wanted to experience a black man and a black cock. As a beautiful black man, I was, indeed, Jenna's dream man.

"Maybe, later, we can have a drink and finish..." she said with a pause and reaching out to touch my hand with her perfect little fingers, "...our conversation."

She was the only one who didn't grab my cock and she was the only one who I wanted to grab my cock.

Still, I couldn't believe it. My plan was working perfectly. Only, in my excitement over Jenna giving me her key, I picked up her key and put it in my pocket, the same pocket with all the other keys. I didn't even think to look at the number. I was so high up on Cloud 9 that it didn't dawn on me to look at the key before pocketing it. Now, what? I'm so freaking dumb. I couldn't believe that I did that.

I know, I'll just wait and watch them and when they leave to take the elevator up to their room, I'll take the stairs and see which room Jenna enters. Yeah, that's what I do. I'll follow them, later. Problem solved. No problem. 

It was nearly midnight and the party was ending. The DJ announced that they were opening the orgy suite of rooms for those who were interested. I hoped that Jenna wouldn't go to the orgy room. I didn't want her to be with anyone else. I only wanted her to be with me. I didn't want her fucking and/or sucking some swinging guy. Conversely, I hoped that my Mom, aunt, sister, and sister would go to the orgy room and that Jenna would go back to her room alone. I was so hoping to get Jenna alone.

Just as planned, while they all waited for the elevator, I ran to the exit and raced up the stairs. Five flights of stairs at full bore. I was sweating and out of breath by the time I reached the fifth floor. Just as I peered out the window of the exit door, I saw the five of them walking down the hall talking and laughing.

Are you kidding me? They had their hoods on and their backs were to me. From the back, I couldn't tell one from the other. From the back, they all looked exactly the same. Except for the hoods over their hats, the looked like Nuns. Only, there was nothing saintly about these women. They only time they fell to their knees was to suck cock and not to pray. Then, they all entered different rooms at the same time. No! This can't be happening.

There was nothing else for me to do but to try a key and if that was the wrong room to excuse myself and try another key. What else could I do? Surely, they would understand that I opened their door in error. Surely, they wouldn't get mad at me. Would they?

Had it not been that I was totally in love with Jenna, I would have been so excited that I could be intimate with my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and/or my sister, but I just wanted my beautiful Jenna. I love her and I didn't want anyone else but her. 

Okay, it's now or never. I couldn't help but think of Monty Hall when he was the Master of Ceremonies for Let's Make A Deal. Only, the contestants on that show had only three doors from which to choose. I had five. Is it door number one? Is it door number two? Is it door number three? Is it door number four? Or is it door number five? I was so nervous. I didn't know which door to try first. 

I pulled the keys from my pocket and looked at them all, 511, 513, 515, 517, and 519. I was hoping that 511 was my lucky number. I pocketed the other four keys, pushed 511 in the slot, watched for the green light, and opened the door.

It was dark, but my eyes adjusted enough that I could see there was someone was on the bed. Only, I couldn't see who it was. She was already way ahead of me. She was naked.

Now, I don't know about you guys, but I like foreplay and whoever this broad was, whether it was my Mom, my aunt, my sister, my sister or the love of my life, Jenna, she went straight for my cock.

"Zippppp!"

My cock was out, in her hand, and in her mouth within a second. Whoever this was, she was giving me the blowjob of my young life. Never have I experienced a blowjob as good. Whoever this was could really suck cock. Oh, my God, she was a great cocksucker. I couldn't help myself. I just had to reach down and fondle her tits. I mean, they were right there for the feeling and I love tits. Certainly, whoever she was, she had nice ones. I was feeling the weight of her breast in my palm while fingering her nipples when she removed my cock from her mouth for an instant to speak.

"You can cum in my mouth, Baby," she said. Immediately, I recognized her voice. It was my Mom.

Oh, my God. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed for her. She'll be so pissed at me when she discovers that she just sucked her son's cock. She'll never find out. I'll never tell her. 

When I thought of all the times that I jerked off over this magical moment, normally, I would have been so excited that my mother was sucking my cock, instead I was grossed out. Normally, at this point I would have shot my load in my mother's mouth, pushed her back on the bed and fucked her, but I just wanted to leave to try door #2, so I did.

"Wait! Where you going, baby? Did I say something wrong?"

Quickly, I zipped up and dashed out. I looked down at the four keys in my hand and tried 513. What are the odds?

Again, I inserted the key in the door, waited for the light to go green, and pressed down on the handle. It was dark inside the room and again, once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see that there was a naked form on the bed. Just as before, she reached for my zipper.

"Zippppp!"

What is it with these women? Why are they all so horny? It must run in my family. My cock was out and in her mouth before I could say anything. I was hoping to kiss her first. I figured that I could Jenna by kissing whoever this was who was now sucking my cock. Only, her mouth was already busy blowing me. It felt so good. Her mouth fit perfectly around my cock and I hoped it was my beautiful Jenna.

She stroked me while I fondled her tits. Just as did my mother, she had nice tits, too. Her tongue was magical and her lips placed the exact pressure that I needed to get excited. It felt good when she cupped and caressed my balls in her little hand while blowing me. Surely, this is my sweet baby Jenna.

"You can cum in my mouth, Baby," she said. 

Immediately, I recognized her voice. It was my sister. My brother would be so pissed at me if he knew his wife was sucking my cock. Every guy's dream to have your sister-in-law giving you a blowjob and all I could think about was Jenna.

Oh, my God. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed for her. She'll be so pissed at me when she discovers that she just sucked her brother's cock. She'll never find out. I'll never tell her. 

I remembered back when her wedding gown fell and she exposed her tits to me. This was the moment that I had jerked off over so many times. Now, with her tits in my hand and my cock in her mouth, normally, I would have been excited that my sister was sucking my cock. Normally, at this point I would have shot my load in my sister-in-law's mouth, but I just wanted to leave to try door #3, so I did.

"Wait! Where you going, baby? Did I say something wrong?"

Quickly, I zipped up and dashed out. I looked down at the three keys in my hand and tried 515. Again, what are the odds? Surely, now, they are in my favor.

I inserted the key, waited for the green light, and pushed down on the handle. Again, it was dark inside the room and again, my eyes quickly adjusted quickly to the darkness. I could see that there was a naked form on the bed. Just as before, she reached for my zipper. This is crazy. These women are all depraved. It has to be that I'm disguised as a black man. That has to be that they all have the same fantasy of doing a black man.

"Zippppp!"

My cock was out and in her mouth before I could say anything. Again, I was hoping to kiss her first or at least have a bit of conversation. I wondered if it was always like this for my black counterparts. Experiencing the horniness of these women made me wish that I had been born a black man instead of a white man. 

I figured that I could tell by kissing her who I was blowing me, but she didn't give me the chance. Only, her mouth felt so good around my cock and I hoped it was my beautiful Jenna. She was giving me a great blowjob, as good, if not better than the other two who were just blowing me, my mother and my sister.

I couldn't help myself and reached down to fondle her tits. Her tits felt exactly like my mother's and my sister's tits. They were all the same size and firmness and they all had the same nipples. They felt incredible in my hands. 

"You can cum in my mouth, Baby," she said. Immediately, I recognized her voice.

It was my aunt. Now, when I thought of all the times that I used to dream about and fantasize about my aunt sucking my prick, as I jerked off in my bedroom while in bed, it was difficult to pull my prick from her mouth, but I wanted her daughter. I was in love with Jenna. Besides, if everything worked out as planned, my aunt may be my future mother. Now, how would that look if the woman who was previously my aunt and now my mother-in-law had already sucked my cock? How could I face her at the wedding?

Oh, my God. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed for her. She'll be so pissed at me when she discovers that she just sucked her nephew's cock. She'll never find out. I'll never tell her. 

My fantasy come true, normally, I would have been excited that my aunt was sucking my cock. Normally, at this point I would have shot my load in my aunt's mouth, but I just wanted to leave to try door #4, so I did.

"Wait! Where you going, baby? Did I say something wrong?"

Quickly, I zipped up and dashed out. I looked down at the two keys in my hand. This time, I decided to play it smart. I decided to try door 519 instead of door 517. Certainly, now, with only two keys left the odds are with me.

Again, I inserted the key, waited from the green light, and gained admittance to the room. It was dark inside the room and again, as soon as my eyes adjusted from the light in the hall to the darkness of the room, I could see that there was a naked form on the bed. Just as before, she reached for my zipper. This is crazy, this is nuts, this is unbelievable that all the women in this family love sucking cock, especially black cock, so much. 

"Zippppp!"

My cock was out and in her mouth before I could say anything. Again, I was hoping to kiss her first. I figured that I could tell by kissing whoever it was sucking my cock. Only, she never gave me the chance. Again, I was hoping for some conversation. Only, her mouth felt so good around my cock and I truly hoped, this time, that it was my beautiful Jenna who was sucking my prick.

She was giving me the greatest blowjob. She was a professional at sucking cock and now in hindsight, I sincerely hoped to God that it wasn't Jenna because I didn't want to think that Jenna had become a professional cocksucker by sucking so many cocks and giving so many blowjobs. As grossed out by the thoughts of it now and as excited by the thoughts that I would have been, had it not been for wanting to be with Jenna so much, I hoped that it was my sister sucking my cock and not Jenna.

I reached down and felt her tits. Just as all the other tits, her tits felt exactly the same. They were perfect in every way. I loved her tits. She had wonderful tits.

"You can cum in my mouth, Baby," she said. Immediately, I recognized her voice. 

Yep! Sure enough, it was my sister. She's such a total slut. I was relieved that it was my sister who was the professional cocksucker and not my sweet, innocent Jena. Oh, my God, my sister was blowing me. I couldn't believe it. Now, when I thought of all the times that I used to dream about and fantasize about my sister sucking my prick, as I jerked off in my bedroom while in bed, but I wanted my cousin. I was in love with my beautiful Jena. I only wanted her sucking my cock and no one else.

Oh, my God. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed for her. She'll be so pissed at me when she discovers that she just sucked her brother's cock. She'll never find out. I'll never tell her. 

Normally, I would have been so excited that my sister was sucking my cock. Normally, at this point I would have shot my load in my sister's mouth, pushed her back on the bed and fucked her hard, really hard, but I just wanted to leave. I was excited about going to door number #5, so I did.

"Wait! Where you going, baby? Did I say something wrong?"

Quickly, I zipped up and dashed out. I looked down at the last key that I held in my hand. I was so excited that my hand was shaking. As luck and fate, and being that it was the last key would have it, I knew that Jenna, my love, was behind this door. I inserted the key, watched for the green light, and opened it slowly.

I was so happy. I was so excited. This is it. Finally, I'm alone with my cousin, my love, my beautiful Jenna.

Again, it was dark inside the room and again, as soon as my eyes adjusted from the bright light in the hall to the darkness of the room, I could see that there was a naked form on the bed. I walked closer to the bed. I was so very excited. I just wanted to hold her and kiss her and make love to her. Only, just as before, she reached for my zipper. This is nuts. Damn, even Jenna wants a black cock in her mouth. 

"Zippppp!"

Yet, it was okay because finally, I knew it was Jenna, my cousin and my love, sucking my cock. Finally, I knew I was going to get the best blowjob of my life from the woman of my dreams.

Just as I had done with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my sister, I reached down and felt her tits. She had beautiful tits only; I noticed that they weren't as firm as the others and that they sagged a little. Even though I thought that weird, I didn't think anything of it. I was too delighted that Jenna was sucking my cock.

Just as I was about to let loose with a huge gob of cum that had been welling up inside me from the blowjob my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my sister gave me, she spoke.

"You can cum in my mouth, Baby," she said. Immediately, I recognized her voice.

It was my grandmother. Now, I knew that I had been had. Now, I knew that they all knew that I was just trying to have incestuous sex with my cousin and the Witches of Eastwick; I told you that they were all evil witches, had played a Halloween trick on me. I felt like such an idiot. I couldn't believe they all knew. I couldn't believe they tricked me and denied me the chance to have sex with the only one who I wanted to have sex with, my cousin. Moreover, I couldn't believe my grandmother was giving me a blowjob.

Oh, my God. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed for her. She'll be so pissed at me when she discovers that she just sucked her grandson's cock. She'll never find out. I'll never tell her. Yet, wait, she must have known. This whole thing was a ruse. It all had been planned. That's why my Mom had left the invitation on the kitchen table where she knew I'd see it.

Normally, I would have been excited that my grandmother was sucking my cock. Normally, at this point I would have shot my load in my grandmother's mouth, pushed her back on the bed and fucked her, but I just wanted to leave to find my beautiful Jena.

I was so very embarrassed. I felt so played and betrayed. I felt so used and abused. I felt like a piece of man meat. Normally, I would have loved feeling used and abused and feeling like a piece of man meat, but I just wanted my beautiful Jenna. I just wanted to go find her and try and explain. I hoped she wasn't mad at me. I hoped that she would think all this funny. I hoped she would understand. I hoped she wasn't in the orgy room with another. 

Then, I thought of my Mom sucking my cock, while I felt her tits. I thought of my sister sucking my cock, while I felt her tits. I thought of my aunt sucking my cock, while I felt her tits. I thought of my sister sucking my cock, while I felt her tits. I thought of my grandmother sucking my cock, while I felt her tits. I had such a huge erection thinking that all of my female relatives had sucked my cock.

I figured if Jenna was mad at me, if Jenna no longer wanted to talk to me, that I'd get with my Mom, my sister, my aunt, my sister, and even my grandmother to ease my sorrow, sooth my disappointment, and erase the rejection that I would surely feel by Jenna's anger. I'd have a giant orgy with my Mom, my aunt, my grandmother, my sister-in-law, and my sister. What the Hell, why waste the evening?

With my cock still buried in my grandmother's mouth, just as I was getting ready to leave, the door opened and someone turned on the light. There in the doorway was my Mom, my aunt, my sister, and my sister. I looked down and there was my grandmother naked. Damn, Grandma still has a hot body. My grandmother was still holding onto my cock and stroking me and I was still feeling her tit and fondling her nipple.

"Dave told us about your incestuous plan," said my mother with a laugh. Then, they all started cackling, just like the witches that they surely are. I was so humiliated.

"Yet, we aren't going to stop you from your beloved, Jenna. You two have loved one another since forever. She's in the next room," said my aunt handing me the key. 

I pulled away from my grandmother and accepted the key from my aunt. She hugged me and give me a kiss on the lips. Quickly, I zipped myself.

"You have our blessing," said my grandmother. 

"Thank you, Granny and thank you, Granny," I said again looking down at her tits and watching her as she wiped my precum from her lip.

"My pleasure, Jackie," she said. She always called me Jackie. 

They all gave me a hug. I was so very happy. I was so very excited that finally, I was going to be with my Jenna. I couldn't wait. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe it. For my aunt to give me her blessing, Jenna must already be in agreement with me and her being together as husband and wife, I hoped.

I looked at the key, 521. I opened the door. Again, it was so dark. Still, my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the room and I could see a naked form on the bed. It's Jenna. It has to be. I have no other female relatives, I thought to myself with a laugh. No doubt, it is my beautiful Jenna. I couldn't believe, finally, I was going to be intimate with her. Only, just as it was before, it was again.

"Zippppp!"

My cock was out and in her precious little hand. She stroked me before she took me in her mouth. I could feel her warm, wet tongue circle the head of my cock. I could feel her full lips loving me suck me off. I could feel her little hand as she stroked me while sucking me.




Halloween Masquerade Disguise Ch. 02



I wanted to kiss her first. I wanted to hold and hug her first. I wanted to talk to her about us and about our future first. Yet, that was okay. It was Jenna after all sucking my cock and no one else. 

She was giving me such an incredible blowjob. I couldn't believe that she was giving me a better blowjob than my sister, the professional cocksucker, was had given me. She was unbelievable. She knew exactly what I wanted and what I needed to cum in her sweet, innocent mouth. The fact that she was sucking my cock so well was a bit disconcerting. I mean, she must have had lots of practice to be this good and, certainly, she was the best cocksucker that I have ever experienced. Yet, what did it matter if she had sucked ten or a hundred cocks. She was the woman that I loved and I was finally happy to be with her.

"Oh, Jenna, that feels so good. You are an amazing cocksucker."

"Thank you, Jack."

"Dave! What the fuck! You fucking asshole!"

Again, just as it was before, my Mom, my aunt, my sister, my sister, and my grandmother opened the door and snapped on the light.

"Here, Jack," said my Mom handing me a seventh key. "Go to her. She's waiting for you in the next room."

I hesitated. I was afraid what or who the Hell was behind door number seven. I looked down at the key and it was 523. Not knowing what to expect, I gingerly opened the door and snapped on the light. There was my Jenna lying on the bed naked and patiently waiting for me. She was laughing. She must have known the trick they had all played on me.

She has such a beautiful body. I took her all in, her pretty face, her perky tits, her flat stomach, her trimmed pussy, and her shapely legs. 

"I love you, Jenna."

"I love you, Jack."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

She was so beautiful and I was so very excited. She opened her arms wide for me. Quickly, I stripped off my clothes and joined her on the bed.

I fell between her legs and devoured her pussy. Within minutes, I had her wiggling all over the bed moaning. I lapped up all her pussy juices with my tongue while teasing her clit with my index finger and fucking her with my long, third finger. I loved the sounds she made when she came. It was a soft whimper.

Then, she went down on me. She made herself comfortable between my legs and took my cock in her hand and stroked me.

"You're been waiting for this for a long time, Jack, and I've been dying to blow you."

"You have? I know that I sure have been waiting to feel your mouth on my cock, Jenna."

I watched as she took my cock in her mouth. She made eye contact with me and stared up at me as she stroked and sucked my cock. It was so hot to watch her blow me. I reached up and felt her tits and fingered her nipples.

Then, we made love. We fucked like animals. I couldn't stop kissing her. I was making out with my cousin. Never have I been as excited.

I rolled her over and she got on top while I humped her hard. Just as it was in my dreams, I watched her tits sway side to side and bounce up and down. Then, I rolled her over again and I was on top of her fucking her hard, really hard. She was cumming again. I held back and waited for her to orgasm and just as she did, I shot my load in her pussy. It was amazing. It was, without doubt, the best sex I ever had in my life.

It's been over twenty years now since we've been together. We found a great tar paper shack in West Virginia where we home schooled our triplet boys, Dwayne, Dwayne, and Larry. Larry is the bright one of the lot. He finished his education and proudly graduated from the third grade just last year on his 18th birthday. Unable to read or write Dwayne and Dwayne just giggle, but they are good kids, I mean, young men.

My Mom, my aunt, my sister, my sister, my brother, their kids, and my grandmother, we all live together in the same shack and we all sleep in the same bed. 

Yet, it doesn't matter. I have my Jenna. I'm a happy man. Happy Halloween.

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