“Mom, I’m home!” I shouted from the back door.
The aroma of a freshly baked pie, combined with my favorite homemade chili, drew me toward the kitchen. However, she wasn’t there, so I went looking for her.
As I ascended the stairs, an unfamiliar sound echoed from down the hall. After removing my shoes, I quietly treaded on the mahogany wood floor.
Approaching the source of the sound, I noticed that my stepmother’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. Standing to the side, I peered inside and was taken aback. My stepmom was naked, straddling a Sybian. At eighteen, with raging hormones, I often watch adult content online.
She is the woman of my fantasies at night as I lie in bed, and here my stepmother is in the flesh, giving me an incredible show. Just as she began to climax, the next words from her mouth were, “Oh God, Archie, please fuck me harder with that big cock of yours.”
Shit, my stepmom wants me to fuck her, I thought as I scurried down the hall as quietly as I could and returned to the kitchen.
Sitting at the table, Mom stepped into the kitchen five minutes later. She looked stunning in a light blue spaghetti strap crop top and matching athletic shorts.
“Have a date for the Halloween dance yet?”
“Jeez, mom, is that the first thing you ask? I just got home. The answer is no; I’m not interested in going.”
She noticed that I was about to make a beeline for the pie, but with one swift motion, she blocked my path. Mom grabbed the rolling pin from the countertop and raised it as if to strike me. I quickly ducked as she took a step forward. Without hesitation, she dropped the rolling pin and wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me in for a hug, and there was no doubt she could feel my hard cock.
“Okay, Archie; I can tell when you’re lying; it’s written all over your face. What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“Damn, mom, let’s not discuss it.
“We go through this every time there’s a problem. So, start talking, kiddo.”
She knows me so well, and I genuinely wanted to discuss it.
“It’s like this: nobody has asked me, and you know how shy I am around girls. All my friends are dating someone. I can’t show up alone, and besides, no girl has approached me.”
“Didn’t you even try? You’re a very handsome young man,” she said, giving me a smile.
“Mom, of course you would say that. You’re supposed to; you’re my mom.”
Since turning eighteen, I have become increasingly uncomfortable around girls, including the nerdy ones.
I attempted to reach around her to poke a finger into the pie for a taste. She squeezed me even tighter, and I could feel her big tits pressing against me.
My cock was still hard from watching her ride that machine. I broke free and ran to my room without looking back. She called out, “Hurry and change; you need to set the table.”
“Alright, Mom…” I said as I disappeared into my room. By then, I was about to unload in my jeans.
I removed my jeans and boxers, grabbed my old golf towel, and sat down at my desk. I closed my eyes as I engaged in self-pleasure, imagining her naked and straddling my hips.
I watched as her hand wrapped around my shaft and guided it to the opening of her flower. My erection slipped into her pussy as she rode me, her big tits bounced.
This became overwhelming, and I shot my load in the towel. I leaned against the back in the chair a bit too far and fell to the floor. Just as I covered myself, the vision of my wet dreams opened the door and looked in.
Why does my mom have to be so incredibly beautiful? She stands five feet six inches tall and has long brunette hair that falls just past her shoulders. Her mesmerizing emerald green eyes can captivate anyone. She works out three times a week and looks stunning. I suppose you could say that with a mother like her, it’s difficult for me not to have a crush on her.
Sometimes, I wonder if she intentionally chooses to wear tight tops, shorts, and dresses, all of which leave little to the imagination. She is undoubtedly the most attractive woman I know.
She looked concerned and exclaimed, “Archie! Are you hurt, dear?”
“I’m fine, Mom! I just fell backward; please leave!” I was aware that, although the towel covered my cock, it was still hard.
“Okay, sweetie, now get dressed; dinner is ready.” She smiled, winked, and then left.
I jumped up, grabbed the chair, and got dressed faster than you can say, “Come and get it.”
I arrived just in time as Mom was about to set the table. I took over the task, and she placed the food on the table. Afterward, she joined me and served the food.
“Won’t you reconsider attending the dance?”
“Please, just leave it alone.” Once she makes up her mind, there’s no chance of changing it.
“There has to be one lonely girl waiting to be asked.”
“I told you, there isn’t.”
“Give this some thought: I could go with you. I’ve never attended any dances because I was too busy with figure skating.”
I nearly choked on my food. I could see that she was sincere and genuinely wanted to ensure I experienced everything that school had to offer. My beautiful stepmom was looking directly at me, her emerald green eyes seemingly searching my thoughts.
“There’s no way, Mom. Everyone will know who you are, and I’d be laughed at every day. Let’s not forget the teasing.”
“There is a simple solution: I will wear a mask, Archie.”
I sat there, momentarily speechless, contemplating the idea that a mask might be effective.
“Do you really want to go, and do you think it will work?” I could envision us mingling with my friends and dancing. The thought of us slow dancing had an immediate effect; I felt another erection.
She wore an expression that conveyed, You desire this.
“Let’s make a night of it, dancing and later, dinner. We’ll have a lot of fun!”
I could envision us walking arm in arm into the gymnasium, with my mom wearing a costume that accentuated her graceful curves. Every girl present would feel a pang of jealousy upon seeing my mom on my arm, adorned in her elegant costume. Form-fitting and alluring, she would undoubtedly make every girl there envious.
“So, this will be our secret, then, Mom? What will we say when people talk to us?”
“Of course, and I can certainly play the part.”
“There’s only one thing left to do,” I said as I stood up and walked around the table.
Standing next to her, I took my mom’s hand and said, “it would be an honor if you would be my date for the Halloween dance.”
She jumped up and threw herself into my waiting arms. We embraced, and as she pressed against me, there was no doubt that she felt my erection.
I could sense the excitement radiating from my stepmom as we finished dinner. At that moment, it was a relief to engage in a conversation without feeling uncomfortable.
Monday, the week of the dance, my mom said she was going shopping. I was watching Young Frankenstein when she returned. Not paying much attention to her, I did hear her say, “I’ll be right down; I have a surprise for you.”
Twenty minutes later, I heard her coming down the stairs. The next thing I knew, she was standing in front of the TV. I think my jaw dropped to the floor. She looked stunning, and before I could formulate a sentence, she asked, “What do you think?”
She was dressed in a vampire costume that perfectly complemented her five-foot-five-inch hourglass figure. The black corset top, featuring a V-neckline and pointed cups, accentuated her 36D breasts and deep cleavage. Red trim highlighted the corset, which had a lace-up back closure. The long, ruffled skirt with high side slits showcased her long legs. A tall red collar and a short red cape completed the ensemble. Her black stilettos and silver necklace adorned with a red cross added the perfect finishing touches.
“Say something, sweetheart.”
“M-mom, you look stunning!” I exclaimed as she extended her leg.
“What do you think about this?” she asked in a sultry voice, shifting the front of her skirt slightly to one side. For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of black panties.
“I see you approve,” she said, glancing at the noticeable bulge in my shorts. l could feel the blood rush to my face; she let the skirt fall back into place.
Regaining my composure, I asked, “What about the mask?”
She turned, ran upstairs, returned within seconds wearing the mask. The mask featured a spiked crown design adorned with intricate patterns of petals, leaves, and roses, all in black. The addition of red rhinestones enhanced the mask’s overall appearance.
“Wow, you look beautiful, but can you see? I mean, it covers your entire face.” I barely managed to get the words out, feeling tongue-tied.
“Of course I can see, and there are shoes to match!” Mom exclaimed as she turned and ran up the stairs.
I went to the kitchen and prepared a large bowl of buttered popcorn. I grabbed two cans of Diet Pepsi from the fridge and some napkins from the counter. As I entered the living room, my mom was just coming down the stairs. She was wearing a crop top with spaghetti straps and a low-cut scoop neck, which exposed plenty of midriff. Her high-waisted shorts featured a ruffled hem, and the entire ensemble was black with ghost patterns.
Not sure how, but Mom looked incredibly attractive. We settled onto the sofa with the bowl of popcorn between us. I restarted the movie, and as we watched, she said, “I picked out a costume for you at Everything Halloween. It will be ready tomorrow; you can go pick it up.”
“What is it, Mom?”
“A surprise; I’m sure you will like it.”
Watching the movie, I couldn’t help but glance over at my stepmom; she was incredibly attractive! A whirlwind of inappropriate thoughts raced through my mind. I know it’s not right to have those thoughts, but I’m just a kid dealing with raging hormones. Throughout the movie, I felt my boner twitch at times, I was embarrassed that my mom might have noticed.
When the movie ended, I said goodnight and kissed my mom on the cheek. Once I was in my room, I felt the urge to relieve myself, and the first thought that crossed my mind was of my mom.
I left my door slightly ajar on purpose, and it didn’t take long before I noticed my stepmom out of the corner of my eye.
She watched as I masturbated, and within a couple of minutes, I unloaded into that old golf towel and thought I heard a soft gasp.
Tuesday, I woke up early, took a shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. Mom was already making breakfast. I snuck up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her cheek as she turned in surprise.
“Morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, and what about you?”
“Slept like a rock.”
“Go sit, breakfast will be ready soon.”
I devoured the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, followed by a gulp of orange juice. As I got up from the table, Mom reminded me to pick up my costume after school.
The rest of the day passed quickly and smoothly. After school, I made a beeline to Everything Halloween to pick up my costume. When I got home, Mom was on the phone making dinner reservations for Friday night after the dance. When she hung up, she asked, “Do you like the costume, Archie?”
“Yes, Mom, Dracula is perfect! The steampunk long black leather trench coat with epaulettes is just right. Paired with my black shirt, pants, and shoes, it will look fantastic! I would have chosen it myself after seeing you dressed as a vampire.”
“How was your day, honey?”
I know better than to lie; Mom can read me like a book.
My friends asked if I had a date for the dance. My reply was simple: I wasn’t sure. Then Todd said, “Probably your mom.”
“That’s some friend; just wait until Friday.”
“Please, mom, don’t do anything rash.”
“Not to worry, sweetie; I’ll be tactful.”
After dinner, I went to my room to work on my homework assignments while mom cleaned up the remnants of the meal. It was difficult to concentrate with images of what my mom might do dancing in my head.
Two hours later, I finished my homework. I went downstairs and joined her in the living room, where she was watching Hocus Pocus. We sat quietly until the movie ended, and then she reassured me to forget about whatever I was thinking. I felt better, and we started watching the next movie, The Goonies. When that movie ended, it was time to hit the sack. I kissed mom on the cheek before saying good night.
On Friday, we had an early dismissal from school. I rushed home, but when I arrived, my stepmom was nowhere to be found. As the hours passed, I began to feel anxious. I kept wondering, where is she? When will she get home?
When five-thirty rolled around, I began to get ready, hoping Mom would show up. The closer it got to six-thirty, the more nervous I became. Then, precisely at half past six, the phone rang.
“Where are you, Mom?”
“Hurry and get your butt out here! I’m in front!” she said excitedly.
Stepping outside, I saw her standing next to a black hearse with the driver. Mom looked breathtaking in her costume; her hair was pulled back and styled in a bun atop her head. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with excitement.
“What do you think, Archie?” It’s a 1938 Packard Town Car, a funeral coach.
“This will be the talk of the dance.”
The driver held the door open as we stepped inside. The interior had been refurbished to comfortably accommodate two people, and there was even a minibar. The tires were whitewall, and according to the driver, the side panels featured curtains that were hand-carved from wood. The interior evoked the feeling of a cathedral, with arches lining the sides. There were also opera lights on the exterior of the hearse.
“Mom, this is over the top.”
“I never had the opportunity to attend a dance in high school, why not go all out? Let’s celebrate!”
Mom handed me a miniature bottle of Baileys Irish Cream and took one for herself. “You’re eighteen, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Drink up.”
We finished our drinks and settled in for the ride. She was behaving like an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. She looked at me in a way I had never seen before, and I didn’t know how to interpret it.
Just as we were pulling up to the gymnasium entrance, Mom told me not to worry and that she wouldn’t do anything to embarrass me.
“Tonight, I’m Krystal, your date.” She smiled, leaned over, and kissed my cheek.
The parking lot was packed, and everyone was excited as they walked toward the gym. Our driver opened the door, and I stepped out first. A small group had gathered, curious about the car and who would exit the hearse next.
Mom— I mean Krystal—extended her hand, which I took in mine, and in one graceful motion, I exited the vehicle.
We could hear gasps and whispers as we made our way to the gym. My heart raced by the time we reached the entrance, and Krystal whispered, “Take a deep breath; everything will be okay.”
I did just that, and the nervousness vanished. We walked into the gym arm in arm, where whispers filled the air and curious eyes were upon us.
“Everyone is looking at you, Archie.”
“No, Krystal, everyone is looking at you, wondering who is she.”
The band was playing, people were dancing, and others were socializing.
“Care to dance, Krystal?”
“By all means, please lead the way.”
Taking mom’s hand, we stepped onto the dance floor. We began to sway and move to the lively rhythm. Mom really got into it, twisting and bobbing along. We were in perfect sync with each other. It was exhilarating to dance with her, witnessing her smile and savoring the moment. When the song ended, I asked if she would like some punch. As we finished our second glass, that’s when I noticed Todd approaching us.
“Hey Archie, is this your mom?”
Before I could respond, Mom spoke up, “Unfortunately, his mother couldn’t make it. My name is Krystal, with a K, and I’m his date. No, let me clarify: I’m his girlfriend.”
“No way, you’re his mother,” Todd said, his eyes wandering over her alluring curves.
“Would a mother behave this way?”
She turned to face me and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me in closer. I was momentarily frozen, unsure of what was happening until she placed her other hand behind my neck and leaned forward. I was astonished by what was about to unfold; my fantasy was becoming a reality. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and my senses were in overdrive. Then it happened—our lips met, and her tongue slipped between my lips.
I reciprocated, and our tongues intertwined as they engaged in their own dance. The kiss intensified, making us oblivious to our surroundings. In that moment, the bulge in my pants pressed firmly between us. As we embraced and caught our breath, we realized that Todd was nowhere to be found.
Mom looked at me and asked in a low voice, why my face turned red.
“It’s because of…” And I looked down between us.
Whispering, she said, “You shouldn’t be; it’s a natural reaction for young men.”
With that said, I took her arm and escorted her to the dance floor. Once again, we swayed and moved to the lively rhythm. As the song ended, Mom stepped off the dance floor just as the band began playing “Something in the Way…
