Mom’s Tricky Treat

tagIncest/TabooMom's Tricky Treat

(Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.)
Today was Hallowe'en, and next to Christmas it was Stella Howard's favorite holiday for a couple of different reasons. She had always loved Hallowe'en when she was growing up, having been a huge fan of the old horror movies (before the days of CGI) and all things spooky or scary for as long as she could remember. Her idol had always been "Elvira, Mistress of the Dark," and when she tried to go to a Hallowe'en party dressed as Elvira when she was a teenager her father had just about had a coronary. She had filled out as she grew up and had a better body and much bigger bustline than Cassandra Peters ever did, so the costume she wore was very revealing. Her father absolutely forbade her to go to the party dressed like that, even though her mother was on her side and had no problem with it. She ended up sneaking out of the house and going in costume anyway, and while there was hell to pay with her father when she got home later that night the reactions and attention she got from every male at the party was more than worth it.
The other reason why Hallowe'en was one of her favorite holidays is that later in life after she had gotten married, her son and only child, Michael, was born on Hallowe'en. Stella was still obsessed with all things Hallowe'en, so it was only natural that she should name her boy child who was born on that holiday after the main character of one of the most famous horror movies of all time. She was delighted later on when Michael developed the same fascination with Hallowe'en and all things spooky as she did, and it became something that led to a very close bond between them, a bond that was even more important when her husband was killed in a motorcycle accident when Michael was 13. Stella never remarried; her husband had been the love of her life, and she knew that she'd never love another man like that again.
Except for Michael. She loved him deeply, nearly as deeply as she loved her late husband, and as he grew into a strapping, handsome young man who looked more and more like his father every day, she felt a desire for him growing inside her as well. She knew the desire was wrong in the eyes of others and society in general, but she couldn't help how she felt. She found herself sneaking looks at him whenever he was working in the yard without a shirt, and when they went to the beach she couldn't help but wonder how big a package he was hiding beneath his swim trunks. On more than one occasion she had been sorely tempted to sneak into the bathroom while he was taking a shower to get a glimpse of him, but she never did. All she knew was the older and more mature he got the more he looked like his dad, and the more she wanted him. She didn't know if it was because he reminded her of her late husband so much or if it was just because he was a hell of a good-looking, sexy man; all she knew was that she wanted him in the worst way, that she got wet every time she so much as thought about him, and that she had to do something about it — soon.
Accordingly, Stella had something special planned for this Hallowe'en, something very special indeed since this was a very special Hallowe'en. Today was Michael's 18th birthday, the day he became a man in the eyes of society, and Stella was planning on making him a man in more ways than one.
Today was the day she was finally going to act on her desires and seduce her son.
And she knew just how she was going to do it, too. Two weeks before, the two of them had decided to have a combination birthday/Hallowe'en party at their house, and of course it was going to be a costume party. When the discussion turned to what costume they were each going to wear, they came to the mutual agreement that Michael would dress up as Stella's favorite character, and she would dress up as his. This meant that Michael would be coming to the party as 'Captain Jack Sparrow;' little did Michael know that the only other man who made her as wet as quickly as he did was Johnny Depp as Captain Jack, so having him dress up accordingly was sure to have quite an effect on Stella — which is exactly what she had in mind.
And, as luck would have it, Michael's favorite character just happened to be 'Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.' Stella wasn't sure if this came from his hearing her talk about Elvira all these years whenever the talk turned to horror and spooky stuff; all she knew was that she still had the costume she had worn many years before that caused her father to freak out, and that it still fit her just as good as it did when she was 16. Michael, on the other hand, had to get his costume together from scratch and was concerned about it.
"I don't know where to get this stuff from, Mom," he had said, a look of concern on his face. "I mean, I might be able to get some of it in town, but as for the rest of it, well, I just don't know."
"No problem, honey, we'll just do an internet search for it; I'm sure we can find what you need there," she said, smiling at him and patting the back of his hand as they sat at their kitchen table. "One thing I've learned is that you can find just about anything and everything on the internet, so I don't think we'll have any trouble finding what you need!"
"Yeah, you're right, but isn't that going to be expensive?" he asked.
"I'm sure we can find what we need of a suitable quality without breaking the bank," she replied. "Besides, you only turn 18 once, so money is no object! This is a very special occasion in more ways than one, and I want to make sure it's the most memorable night you've had in your entire life — so far, anyway!" she said, smiling bigger at him.
'If you only knew what I have planned for you!' she thought to herself as Michael smiled back.
"Thanks, Mom, I appreciate it!" he said. "You're the best!"
It took a little more than an hour for the two of them to do the internet search, find what they needed, and get it ordered. All of the orders arrived within five days since Stella had chosen expedited shipping for all of them, and they were both very pleased with the quality of the costume once it all arrived. Michael wanted to put the costume on and show her what it looked like, but Stella told him no, that she'd rather wait until the party to see him in it.
"I want it to be a surprise," she explained, not telling him that the real reason was she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist jumping his bones right then and there, before his birthday, and that she didn't want to walk around with her pussy wet for the next week if she didn't jump him. So she convinced him to wait.
"Then I guess I'm gonna have to wait to see you in your 'Elvira' costume too, huh, Mom?" he asked, giving her a sly grin.
"Yes, you are, but I promise you that it'll be worth the wait!" she replied, grinning back at him.
That was a week ago, and now the day had finally arrived. It was Hallowe'en, the party was set, the house was decorated with spooky Hallowe'en decorations inside and out, the catered food was laid out in the dining room, and the appropriate spooky music was playing on the sound system. Michael stood in the center of the dining room looking around, his 'Captain Jack' costume the closest thing to perfection next to the real thing himself. His mom had insisted on getting the best quality — and most expensive — clothing so he could be as close to a perfect match to the real thing as possible. He had no way of knowing it but Stella intended for him to use this costume more than once — many times more, if she had her way. Michael had practiced putting on the eye makeup for several days to get the 'Jack Sparrow' look just right, and he finally had gotten it down pat the day before the party.
"Well, I think we're ready!" he said to the empty room, looking around and smiling. "Drink up, me hearties, yo-ho!" he said in his best Jack Sparrow voice.
"Is that Captain Jack Sparrow I hear in my dining room?" his mom called from upstairs, and Michael could hear her footsteps as she came down the stairs from her upstairs bedroom. He turned to look just as she rounded the corner into the dining room, and his mouth dropped open when he got his first look at his mom as 'Elvira.'
She was simply stunning. She was as near to a perfect match for the real 'Elvira' as he was to 'Jack Sparrow,' and if he didn't know that was his mom under the makeup and beneath the slinky black low cut dress she was wearing with the black bouffant wig and black pantyhose he would have thought Cassandra Peterson herself was walking towards him. She had a big smile on her face as she walked towards him, and the smile got a little bigger when she noticed his eyes locking onto her cleavage.
And what cleavage it was! Stella was bigger in the boobage department than the real Elvira was, and while they were waiting for Michael's costume to arrive she had taken the dress to a seamstress friend of hers and had the V-shaped neckline widened a bit so that it showed more cleavage than it originally did. The neckline was now so wide that there was a real danger that her huge tits would fall out, and Stella was okay with that.
"So who are you going to seduce this Hallowe'en?" her seamstress friend had asked when Stella went to pick up the dress. "Who's the lucky man who gets to see you in — and then out of, I imagine — this dress?" Stella gave her a wicked smile as she replied.
"Oh, just some young stud I have my eye on!" she replied, winking at her friend. "How much do I owe you, dear?" she asked, reaching for her purse. Her friend just waved her hand at Stella as she replied.
"Just tell me all of the dirty, nasty details when it's all said and done, and we're good!" she said, and they both laughed.
Now she was standing less than two feet away from her son, and she was getting exactly the reaction she had hoped for. She stood in her best 'Elvira' pose, one knee cocked in front of the other, hands on her hips, looking at him with a seductive smile on her face. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath come a little faster as she saw his eyes travel up and down her body, lingering on the massive amount of cleavage shown by the modified dress. She glanced down at his crotch and was pleased to see the beginnings of an erection showing beneath his pirate trousers.
'Bingo!' she thought to herself, and her grin widened a bit.
"So what do you think?" she asked, breaking her son's cleavage-induced trance. He looked up at her, a bit startled and embarrassed as he knew she had caught him staring at her tits.
"Holy shit, Mom, you look….wow! I mean, you nailed it!" he replied, stammering a bit. "You look just like her, I mean exactly like her! Except for….well…." he said, stammering again when he realized he had said too much. Stella chuckled as she replied.
"Except that my tits are much bigger than hers," she finished for him, and Michael nodded at her in reply.
"Well, yeah, they are!" he replied, looking down at her massive chest. She turned to the side to give him a different view, pausing for effect, and then took a couple of steps closer to him. She was less than a foot away from him when she stopped, looking into his eyes.
"Do you like it, honey?" she asked, her voice soft. She smiled as his eyes dropped down to her cleavage again and stayed there, longer this time, before he looked back up at her again. He swallowed hard before he replied.
"Yes, Mom, I do. Very much!" he said, also in a soft voice. "You look….well, you look…I mean, you look hot!" he said, the uncertainty plain in his voice. He wanted to tell his mom what he thought, but after all, she was his mom, for cryin' out loud! How do you tell your own mother that she's the hottest, sexiest woman you've ever seen in your entire life, and that she was giving you a boner by doing nothing but just standing there? Stella glanced down and saw the now-prominent bulge in his pants, and her smile got a little bigger as she looked back into his eyes and spoke again.
"I had the dress altered to show as much cleavage as possible," she said, her voice still soft as she spoke. "And I did it just for you, Michael. I wanted to make your birthday as special as possible, and this is just one of the ways that I wanted to do it!" she said.
"Just one of the ways?" he asked, a confused look on his face. "What…what do you mean, Mom?" he asked, stammering again. Stella laughed and then ran her hand along the side of his face as she replied, being careful not to mess up his makeup.
"You'll see, honey, you'll see!" she said, kissing him lightly and quickly on the other cheek. Just then the doorbell rang as the first of the guests arrived. She glanced back over her shoulder towards the front door, then looked deep into his eyes as she slid her hand down his face and chest to his crotch, turning her hand and placing it directly onto the lump of his hard cock. She gave it a gentle but firm squeeze that made him gasp in surprise as she continued speaking, her voice a husky whisper.
"But that's for later. Right now, let's go greet our guests, shall we?" she said, giving his cock one last squeeze before releasing it. Before he could reply she turned and walked away towards the front door, giving him a perfect view of her ass swinging beneath the tight dress as she walked away. He stood there for a moment, stunned, watching his mom's ass as she headed towards the door.
'Holy shit, did she just do that? Did my mom really just grab my dick?' he thought to himself, both aroused and confused at the same time. His mom's voice coming from around the corner brought him out of his trance.
"Are you coming, honey? Your friends are here!" she said in her best Elvira voice.
"Yeah…yeah, I'm coming, Mom, I'm coming!" he said as he started walking towards the front door, reaching down and adjusting his hard cock to a more comfortable position as he walked.
Two hours later the party was in full swing, the music and the mood being just perfect for the occasion, and it had turned out to be the best Hallowe'en party Michael and his friends had ever attended. Everyone had shown up in costume, of course, and while some of them were very good — the blonde girl who showed up as 'Jeannie' from "I Dream Of Jeannie" was one of the standouts – it was clear to all that the two best costumes there were his 'Captain Jack Sparrow' costume and his mom's 'Elvira' costume. His mom was really into the whole 'Elvira' persona, acting and talking just like her as if she'd rehearsed the role her entire life. Most of his friends had no idea that 'Elvira' was really his mom, and their jaws would have dropped clear to the floor if they ever figured it out.
She had quickly become the center of attention with the male guests, and it was clear to Michael that she was having a ball with it. Michael was in constant wonder as to why his mom's breasts hadn't popped out of her dress by now, and there was a small part of him — the part that was about six inches long — that secretly hoped she did. What he didn't know was that Stella had used a special two-sided tape on the inside of her dress to keep her big tits in place, a trick she learned while she was studying drama in college. So no matter how she moved around her tits were literally stuck to the inside of the dress, with there being no chance of them popping out while she was surrounded by an admiring flock of virile, young men as she was now, no matter how much all of them wished it would. Half of them had boners already, and the other half was working on it.
While his mom was a hit with the male guests, Michael was somewhat of a sensation with the female guests. As it turns out, teenaged girls think Johnny Depp as 'Captain Jack Sparrow' was just the hottest thing ever, and Michael found himself to be the center of attention with the girls just as his mom was the center of attention with the guys. He did the best he could to act and sound like the real thing, but it paled in comparison to the job his mom was doing as 'Elvira.' Still, the females surrounding him didn't seem to mind, and it wasn't long before a couple of them had slipped him pieces of paper with their phone numbers on it, the blonde dressed as 'Jeannie' being one of them.
"Call me, and I'll make all your wishes come true!" she had whispered in his ear after slipping the paper into his hand. She gave him a seductive smile and a wink before turning and walking away.
Just about then the perennial classic Hallowe'en song, "The Monster Mash," came on over the sound system, and Michael heard his mom shriek in delight as the song started. He looked over to see her hands thrown up in the air, a big smile on her face as she turned to look at him.
"My favorite! I need a dance partner!" she cried out, and before any of the guys around her could respond she pointed at Michael as she continued.
"Captain Jack! Come dance with me, I command you!" she said, pushing her way out of the throng of guys surrounding her and walking over to him. The girls surrounding Michael moved out of her way, and she grabbed him by the hand and led him out into the middle of the living room. The furniture had all been pushed out of the way in preparation for the party, so there was plenty of room to dance.
And dance they did. Stella was a fantastic dancer, showing off the style of the '60s and '70s perfectly. Michael wasn't a bad dancer himself, but he was no match for his mom. She mixed in just the right amount of sexuality and teasing with her dancing, even going so far as to bump her hip right into his crotch (and his hard cock) a couple of times. The rest of the crowd joined in, and soon everyone there was dancing and having a good time.
"The Monster Mash" was followed by a slow song, one that was perfect for slow dancing, and as soon as the song started his mom went over to the light panel and twisted the knob for the lights, dimming them way down so the room was mostly dark. Without missing a beat his mom then walked over to him and slid into his arms, sliding her own arms around his waist and looking up at him as she spoke, her voice soft and silky.
"Slow dance with me!" she said, her eyes imploring and sexy at the same time. Michael felt two things at once — he felt her tugging at his heartstrings, and he felt his cock beginning to shift as his mom pressed her body close to his. Without a word he slipped his arms around his mother's trim body and held her close as they danced, being careful not to get caught up in the bouffant wig she was wearing. She turned her head to the side and rested her head on his shoulder as best she could, holding him close. Michael could feel the mounds of her big, firm breasts pressing into his chest, and he felt his cock responding accordingly. He tried to pull his hips back a little to keep from pressing it against his mom but she wasn't having any of that — she slipped a hand down to the top of his butt and pushed him into her, pressing her body firmly up against his quickly hardening shaft.
"Uh, Mom…" he started, but Stella shushed him with a finger to his lips. She looked up at him and smiled, letting her finger linger on his lips as she spoke.
"Don't say anything, honey, just go with it!" she said, looking into his eyes. "It's just another way I'm going to make your birthday a special one!"
Michael didn't say anything else but looked back into his mom's eyes, seeing something there that he had never seen in any woman's eyes before. He had no way of knowing it then, but what he was seeing was his mom's desire for him burning bright in her eyes. But he did what she said, going with it, and he felt his mom pressing her body firmly up against his, slowly grinding her hips against his as they danced. It only took a few moments for his cock to become rock hard and throbbing, and he heard his mom moan with pleasure as she pressed her body even closer to his.

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