I was surprised once again when she continued riding my cock and begged, “Come in me baby, fill my cunt with your hot seed.”
Such nasty talk was the final straw and I exploded my cum into my perfect slut Mother, a long-lived stroke fantasy coming true. She continued riding my cock, my cum coating her pussy walls. Finally spent, she got off my cock and took me back in her mouth, cleaning my cock with her amazing lips, something no other girl had ever done. After a couple of minutes, she quit cleansing my cock and collapsed beside me.
She looked into my eyes, well my costume eyes, and complimented, “You have always been an amazing lover, but tonight was a new high.”
“You bring out the best in me,” I slyly complimented.
We lay there in silence for awhile before she suggested we head home. She left her vehicle at the party, as she was too drunk to drive and we went in my dad’s Mercedes. Half way home, I felt Mom’s hand on my leg and then fishing out my cock from my costume. I let out an involuntary moan when my cock, still hard, was released.
I sped home, hoping to fuck my Mother one more time. For the remainder of the drive my Mother slowly stroked her son’s cock.
Once in the garage, Mom asked, “You’re still hard, Baby, I can’t remember the last time you could get it up twice, never mind three times.”
I replied, “It’s your costume, Baby, it has brought out the animal in me.”
She laughed, “Now you’re being witty. What has gotten into you?”
Feeling confident, “I don’t know, but I know what wants to get into you.”
She giggled like a school-girl and purred, “You are such a bad boy.”
“The baddest,” I confidently responded, getting out of the car and then going to the other side and picking up my Mother and carrying her in the house like the dominant man I currently felt. I carried her all the way to my parents’ bedroom and tossed her onto the king-sized bed.
My Mother, clearly very horny, a strange smug smile on her face, her voice syrupy sweet, “Do you want Mommy to suck your big cock, again?”
I gasped. She knew it was me. I stammered, “W-w-what do you mean?”
“Oh, Curtis, did you really think I couldn’t tell the difference between my husband and son?” she asked, her voice still sexy, her hand reaching for my cock.
I apologized, “I am so sorry, Mom. I didn’t come to take advantage of you. I came because you looked so upset that Dad wasn’t going to make it.”
Her smile never faded as she began stroking my hard as rock cock. “Baby, don’t be sorry. I love your Dad, but he’s gone so much, and even when he is home, he can never keep up with my sex drive. But you….”
She took my cock into her mouth and, unlike last time, slowly sucked my cock. She made love to my cock with her mouth, slow and gentle. It lasted a few minutes before she took my cock out of her mouth. She asked, coyly, “Do you want to see Mommy’s breasts?”
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered.
She slowly, seductively, pulled her small costume over her head, releasing her still firm breasts. I stared in perverse awe at my Mom’s perfect breasts. I was brought out of my sexual trance by my Mom attempting to take off my costume. “Well, son, don’t just stand there. Let’s get you out of that costume.” Through some fumbling and stumbling, I was finally free from my secret identity and now only in my underwear in front of my Mom. Suddenly self-conscious, my confidence washed away with the costume off. My Mom, maybe sensing my insecurity, built me back up, “Has my baby boy been working out lately?”