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  She had a strangely knowing smile on her face, but Tim did his best to ignore it as he walked back to the elevator. He took it down to the fourth floor, and then found his mom in their room.

  “There you are, honey,” said Deborah. “You took off so suddenly before…did I do something wrong?”

  “No, not at all. I just feel a little weird today. I was actually thinking I might head down and try out the sauna, I was wondering if you wanted to come with.”

  “That sounds wonderful, sweetie,” said Deborah. “It’s a date!”

  The two of them walked out into the hallway and climbed into the elevator. Tim felt strangely nervous around his mom. He pushed the button for the sauna, which was down in the basement of the building, and felt a powerful tension begin to form in the air. It made his body tingle slightly, and his cock seemed to decide to slowly pull itself up into another erection.

  “I’m really glad that you came with me honey,” said Deborah. “I’m sorry if I made things weird for you with the kiss before.”

  “No, of course not mom, it was fine!” The elevator door opened, and Tim let out a sigh of relief. It felt as though Deborah had developed a new effect on him, an ability to make his blood run thick with lust just by standing within a few feet.

  The sauna’s entrance was partitioned off into men’s and women’s locker rooms. Tim headed into the one for men and found towels already laid out on a bench. He stripped out of his clothes, and set them inside one of the lockers, and then wrapped himself with the soft bulky towel and headed into the hot room.

  The sauna was blazing hot, and empty of any other people. Tim felt a light layer of sweat immediately begin to form as he sat down inside of it. After a minute, his mom came out through the women’s locker room, wearing only a white towel.

  “Ooh, this is nice,” said Deborah. Tim agreed with her, but he found himself wondering if Stacy’s advice had really been for the best as he looked at the busty, attractive, total off limits woman sitting across from him. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, and he felt more turned on than he ever had before in his life.

  “I’m going to take my towel off, I hope you don’t mind, sweetie,” said Deborah. She didn’t wait for her son to respond either way, and stood up and slowly begin to pull the white strip of fabric down, letting her tits slowly pop out as if intentionally trying to tease Tim.

  “Mom…” Tim said. “You, you’re so fucking hot.”

  He also stood up and took off his towel. He felt lust beginning to fog over his mind, and noticed his mom blushing as she looked down and caught sight of his erection. She coughed quietly, and began to blush.

  “Honey, I think you have a little…situation,” she whispered.

  “And why do you think that is, mom?”

  Tim took a step towards her. Deborah didn’t step back, and instead looked embarrassed, as if she knew what he was getting at but didn’t want to admit to it.

  “Sweetie, I’m your mother,” she said. “We’re just…here together. You’re my son.”

  “And you’re my mom,” said Tim. “And you’re so fucking hot.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling into what would have been a rather tame hug if the two of them had been clothed. Instead, it pushed his cock up against the naked folds of his mom’s pussy. Tim could feel a little bit of moisture down there, and realized that his mom was getting wet for him.

  “Honey, we should just sit down and enjoy this,” she whispered. Tim could hear in her voice that she wanted something else, that she was right there with him with her emotions and arousal.

  “All of my friends talk about what a MILF you are, mom,” said Tim. “They talk about how nice your boobs must look.”

  He grabbed one of them as he spoke, and Deborah let out a stifled moan.

  “They talk about how nice it would be to stick their cocks inside you.”

  “Oh god, Tim!”

  Deborah seemed to reach the breaking point of her self-control. She pushed forward and began to rub herself on her son. Tim responded by kissing her passionately, a kiss that made the one they had shared before in the lobby seem almost juvenile in comparison.

  He slowly guided his mom down onto one of the benches, and then mounted her. Her pussy was slick, and ready for him, but Tim still insisted on taking his time. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, smiling at the control he had over her and groping at her breasts.

  “Sweetie if you’re going to do it, just do it,” whispered Deborah. “Don’t leave your mommy waiting…”

  “You’re not just a mommy anymore, you’re a woman,” said Tim. “And I’m going to fuck you hard, like I’d fuck any woman.”

  He pushed up into, and listened to his mom gasp as his big, hard cock entered her. There was a look of disbelief on Deborah’s face as her son slowly began to fuck her. Tim almost couldn’t believe it, either. It was finally happening, and it felt so much more amazing than his imagination or dreams ever could have made it feel.

  It was hard for him to restrain himself. His mom let out a little cry each time his cock pushed in against the back wall of her cunt, and it spurred him on to fuck her harder, and faster. Lewd slapping noises echoed through the sauna as he pumped his cock into her rhythmically, and Tim couldn’t help but smile at what someone would see if they walked in at that moment.

  “Oh god, honey,” moaned Deborah. “Oh god, oh god!”

  She tensed up and began to shiver, and then collapsed back onto the bench. Tim wasn’t done just then, and began to pump into her pussy even harder, savoring every second of the illicit encounter. The heat of the room paled in comparison to the heat of the sex, and his mind burned the image of his naked mother, impaled on his cock, into his memory.

  He leaned forward and began to lick and suck at his mom’s nipples, just as he might have as a child. Deborah ran her hand through his hair, as she often did out of admiration, and that was enough to push Tim over the edge.

  He came inside his mom hard, continuing to pump as his cock sprayed out every last drop of his cum. He pulled out immediately as his mind began to return to reality, and felt shame and guilt begin to weight down on him like a ton of bricks.

  “Honey,” whispered his mom. He turned towards her and was surprised to see a smile on her face.

  “We still have all of tomorrow.”

  END

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  FREE EXCERPT FROM “ COSTUME PARTY”

  CHAPTER 1

  “Mitch, I’m telling you, we can’t miss out on this!”

  Mitch Hadley was lying in bed, on his cell phone talking to his oldest friend, Benny. The topic of conversation was a discussion totally in line with many that the two 18 year old high school seniors had hashed out before, primarily, what to do for fun that night.

  “Benny, it’s going to be lame, trust me,” said Mitch. “The Hendersons throw the same tired, post-Halloween costume party every year at the start of December. It’s just a bunch of boring adults eating cheese and making small talk, my parents are regular attendees.”

  “So is my mom, Mitch, but I’m telling you, it’s more than that,” said Benny. “Everyone drinks, and they usually get really wild. I heard some stories last year about some crazy hook ups, even sex out in the open! We have to see this with our own eyes.”

  Mitch sighed. His friend was persistent, if nothing else. He really didn’t want to go, but Benny’s enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself lacking for a decent excuse to bail on the event.

  “Alright, fine,” he said. “I’ll have to rush to get a costume together for tonight, though. We can’t use the same ones we had on Halloween or our parents will spot us in an instant.”

  “Great! Let’s meet at the end of the street at around eight. Make sure you don’t let your step mom see your costume ahead of time.”

  “All right man, I’ll see you there.” Mitch hung up the phone and shook his head, not entirely sure that he had just agreed to something that would turn out well.

  He headed downstairs, intent on raiding the laundry room for any interesting clothing items he could use in his outfit. Mitch was rushing a little, and because of his fast pace he almost bumped directly into his step mom, Angie.

  Angie had married Mitch’s dad, Greg, about 10 years ago. She was in her mid-thirties, and could have been described as a trophy wife if it hadn’t been for her piercing intelligence. Her breasts were nicely formed and hung perfectly on her petite frame, and she had a butt that Mitch had guiltily stolen glances at many times before over the course of his teenage years.

  “Hey sweetie!” she said to Mitch, pulling him into a hug. “I’m headed out to the Henderson’s party. Your father’s flight will delayed, he won’t be back until later tonight.”

  Mitch reciprocated the hug, feeling his crotch pushing up against his mom’s soft body. She was wearing a sexy cat costume that exposed a ton of cleavage along with a good part of her midriff and long legs.

  “Uh, okay mom,” he said. “I guess I’ll have the house to myself, then.”

  Angie nuzzled in closer to him, not realizing that her son was quickly entering a very compromised state. Mitch could feel a hasty erection springing up in his pants, and felt incredibly ashamed at just how good it felt.

  “Looks like it honey,” she said. “Not a bad way to spend a Friday night. You can do whatever you want tonight, and really enjoy yourself, however you please.”

  The hug had gone on for a while, too long. Mitch’s cock was throbbing for attention, and he was at the point of not caring if his mom felt it or not. There was an illicit, forbidden atmosphere in the air, which was only broken by Angie finally releasing her arms and pulling away.

  “I hear that the costume party got a little wild last year,” said Mitch.

  “Did it? I don’t remember…” replied his mom. “Anyway, I’m helping Lizzie set up. I’ll see you later tonight, or tomorrow morning, sweetheart.”

  She blew him a kiss, and then pulled on her winter coat and disappeared out the door. Mitch stared at her butt, which was only covered by a tiny pair of black bootie shorts, and wondered just how the people at the party would react to seeing her.

  Strangely, the thought made him a little excited. If his mom planned on showing up dressed like that, it seemed like a fair bet that many of the other women would be wearing equally skimpy outfits. Mitch smiled and found himself being glad that he’d let Benny talk him into it.

  He looked around in the laundry room and found a couple of things that matched what he needed. Mitch had a cape left over from his Halloween costume and planned on using it as the base for his new one.

  Together with an old hat that his father had, some leather pants, a black long sleeve button up shirt, and a bandana with two holes cut into it, he was able to transform himself into Zorro. He found himself wishing that he had a sword to the complete the costume, but it looked relatively good even without it.

  He spent about an hour eating food and watching TV before texting Benny. His friend had ultimately decided on going as The Mask, which Mitch found pretty hilarious. They re-coordinated their meet up, and then Mitch was out the door, headed for the end of the street.

  It was easy for him to spot Benny, who had on a ridiculous yellow suit and green face paint. Mitch had to hold his laughter as he walked up to his friend.

  “What?” asked Benny. “I think I pull this look off pretty well.”

  “Well, on the upside, at least nobody is going to be able to tell that it’s you,” he joked.

  Benny glared at him, and Mitch waved his hand.

  “Anyway, do you have any good ideas as far as a cover story goes?” asked Benny. “We can’t exactly just show up and tell people our own names.”

  “I’m Bill, and you’re Frank,” said Mitch. “We say that we’re friends of Greg, my dad, from out of town. He’s not going to be home tonight to tear our lie apart, and my mom probably won’t be able to see through it either.”

  “Perfect!” said Benny. “Let’s get moving!”

  The two of them turned, and started down the street, headed for the Henderson’s house and the party.

  CHAPTER 2

  There was a man standing outside of the door of the Henderson’s large, suburban house. Mitch nodded towards Benny, and then walked up to the man.

  “Who goes there?” boomed the man. He was dressed in an animal fur loin cloth and had a rather comical looking horned helmet on, a look that wasn’t incredibly flattering on his overweight frame.

  “They call me Zorro…” said Mitch, and a low and drawn out voice. The man burst into laughter, and then stepped aside, allowing the two of them to walk right in.

  “That was easy,” whispered Benny.

  “It’s a costume party, I take it that they just assume that anyone who shows up in costume is on the guest list,” replied Mitch.

  It was only a little after eight, but the inside of the party was already packed full of people. On just a quick scan of the room, Mitch saw everything from Batman and Wonder Woman, to angels and devils, Walter White, Snow White, and many more, some of which he couldn’t identify and assumed came from an era before his time.

  In the corner, he saw his mom, dressed in her ridiculously sexy cat costume, talking to a couple of other moms that were also wearing outfits that made Mitch incredibly horny. He found his heart beating a little faster than it should have been, and hoped that his mask would do the trick.

  The Hendersons had even gone as far as to hire a private DJ, who had a small set of turntables set up against the far wall of the living room. There were a couple of people dancing, but for the most part, the attendees of the party seemed to be just drinking and chatting.

  Mitch turned towards Benny and realized that his friend had walked off somewhere. He felt a little nervous as he looked around the room, wanting to have some fun but not exactly knowing where he could fit in. An attractive older woman walked over, wearing a golden bikini and with her hair styled in the same fashion as Princess Leia in her slave outfit.

  “Ooh, Zorro,” said the woman, laughing. “Your reputation definitely precedes you, that’s for sure…”

  As she drew closer, Mitch realized with a small start that he was facing Pamela, Benny’s mom. He almost panicked and tried to bolt, but forced himself to stay calm and trust in his costume. He smiled at her, and tried to talk in a voice lower than the one he typically used.

  “I am here to fight evil and defend the fallen, milady,” he said.

  Pamela was a gorgeous woman, and whenever Benny would host a get together at his house, he’d often be the butt of more than a couple of jokes concerning his hot mom. Her costume only seemed to amplify her sex appeal, and as she stepped closer to Mitch, clearly rather drunk, he felt an erection beginning to manifest within the confines of his pants.

  “How gallant of you,” she said, putting one of her hands on his chest. The air suddenly felt hot to Mitch, and he found himself staring into her eyes. “Perhaps you can save me before the night is over, and show me what you’re really made of?”

  The DJ switched the song, and a loud cheer went through the room, along with a bunch of people spilling onto the dance floor. Pamela took his hand and pulled him out, and before Mitch knew what was happening, he was dancing next to her.

  “Here, I have to finish this, take a sip,” she said, pushing the cup that she was holding against his lips. Mitch didn’t want to make a scene, and drank the intensely alcoholic tasting liquid as she poured it into his mouth.

  “Do you like it?” she asked him. “The bartender in the kitchen makes a mean Long Island Iced Tea.”

  Mitch nodded, and Pamela began laughing, setting the glass down on a table and then throwing her arms around Mitch and kissing him on the cheek. He scanned the room for Benny, hoping that he could find him and then find a way to extricate himself from the very delicate situation.

  “Come on, handsome, let’s dance,” she shouted over the loud music. Pamela pushed up against Mitch’s chest, and it took every ounce of willpower in his body to keep himself calm. She rubbed her tits on him, giggling and acting as though it was funniest thing in the world to her.

  “Whoa, easy there, senorita,” he said.

  “Call me Pamela, you stud,” Benny’s mom replied. She turned around and began rubbing her butt against his crotch, dancing with him in one of the dirtiest ways possible.

  Mitch realized very quickly that things were getting out of hand. The center of the living room had been designated a makeshift dance floor, and it was packed with people. Pamela was grinding her butt onto him, and took it a step further by taking his hands and placing them on top of her golden bikini covered breasts. The material was only thin cloth, and he could feel her flesh and nipples through it easily.