Mom's Halloween Costume Ch. 02

When Debbie awoke the morning after Halloween, she found herself in her own bed, next to her husband Glen. She couldn't remember what day it was. There was a fuzzy recollection that the day before had some significance, but she couldn't bring anything more to mind.

She rolled onto her side and on the chair next to the bed she saw the crumpled-up genie costume she had worn the night before.

"Halloween," she whispered to herself. "Oh yeah...the party..." Suddenly Debbie's eyes popped open. "Oh shit."

Her mind began fishing for details that would explain the sick feeling that had come to her stomach, seemingly out of nowhere. She remembered the party. She had too much too drink, everybody loved her costume and nobody could shut up about how much cleavage she was showing. Her sister Sally, whose costume and cleavage got just as much attention (if not more, in Debbie's mind), wanted a ride home and as expected, Glen took her. Freddy came home after the party was over...

"Oh shit," she repeated to herself. "No way. No fucking way. That DID NOT happen."

"Are you saying something?" Glen said groggily from behind her.

Debbie wondered how he could have possibly heard her. Maybe he hadn't been asleep after all. She rolled back over to face him.

"Oh, good morning Hun. Oh no, I was just sort of thinking out loud...barely out loud I thought."

"Oh," Glen replied.

"Why don't you go back to sleep? When did you get back anyway?"

"I um...I don't remember the exact time. Late. You know your sister."

"I know. When she's drinking she never stops talking. Did she want you to come in?"

"Yes, of course."

"And did you?"

"Well, yeah. Couldn't really say no to her. It's always been hard for me to say no to Sally."

"I know that, very well. She has that way with most guys, and especially with you."

"What got into YOU last night, anyway?" Glen asked, hoping his wife wouldn't notice his abrupt changing of the subject.

"Me? What do you mean, what got into ME?"

"You don't remember? Deb, really? Gee, and I was so proud of myself for my performance."

"What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"I can't believe you don't remember."

"Glen," Debbie said impatiently, now feeling fully awake, "seriously...what do you mean? Remember what?"

"You were like, on fire."

"I don't understand. On fire?"

"Yeah. You practically jumped me when I climbed into bed."

"I did?"

"Yes you did. I haven't seen you like that in ages. Honestly, I tried to tell you I was too tired. But you didn't even slow down."

"Oh wow...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't remember."

"It's not a big deal. I know you had a lot to drink. But you pulled me on top of you, then you more or less pushed me down between your legs."

"Glen! I did not! Are you...are you serious?"

"Yes I'm serious. And you must have been at it by yourself for a while before I got here."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you were... Well, you were unbelievably wet down there. And the sheet was soaked under you. It was like you had been getting screwed for an hour before I arrived."

"Glen...that's ridiculous. Why would you say something like that?"

"What? I'm just joking around, Debbie. I'm just saying, you were very horny, and you were dripping wet...slippery even. Well lubricated, if I may say so. How long had you been playing with yourself to get so worked up like that?"

"I...wow. I told you, Glen. I don't remember anything at all. I'm sorry, but I don't. Maybe we should just drop it."

Neither husband nor wife noticed that the other seemed to have their own reasons to change the subject.

"Deb, it's not a big deal. I think it's cool that you were doing that. I thought you were waiting for me...getting yourself ready or something."

"Oh, well. I'm sure I was," Debbie said, trying to sound convincing. "I just don't remember the details, that's all. I'm sure I was waiting for you."

Debbie fell silent as her brain tried to piece-together what had happened. She was feeling more sick than before, because she realized that the insane notion that had come to her mind the night before may have actually come to fruition. It seemed at least possible...that she had actually had sex with their son.

Had they done really done it...her and Freddy? Could they have done it...THE deed...twice? Was that based in any reality whatsoever, she wondered? Assuming for a moment that such an unbelievable act had occurred, Debbie figured that afterward she had come up to her bed. She then realized why she, and her sheets, were so wet. She had let Freddy cum inside of her...twice. She then came up to her bed and masturbated while the majority of his semen, and her own juices drenched the sheets.

"I'm not complaining, Deb. I'm just not used to you being out of your mind like that. And even though you wouldn't let me inside you, I couldn't believe how we finished."

"I wouldn't? We didn't...screw? You're kidding. Why? Wait, how did we finish?"

"You wouldn't let me put it in you, not even with a condom. After you got me to lick your soaking wet pussy you climbed on top of me and sucked me like crazy. Then not only did you keep it in your mouth, but you...swallowed...completely."

"Oh, shit," Debbie repeated, more to herself than to her husband.

Debbie had pieced together that she must not have wanted Glen to cum in her, while at the same time she wouldn't let Freddy NOT cum in her. She wondered if she actually wanted to have her son plant a baby in her.

"Nice. Glad you were so into it," Glen said with mild resentment.

"Hmm? Oh, I didn't mean it that way, Hun."

"Why would you let me make love to you, anyway? I mean, I'm not complaining, believe me. I loved what you did. But why couldn't I...?"

"I don't know, Glen!" Debbie suddenly snapped. "OK? I was being stupid. I was drunk. I don't know! What if I do get...you know...pregnant? I have no idea what would happen then!"

"Wait a minute...what? Deb, I said you WOULDN'T let me inside you. We DID NOT FUCK. So how exactly would you get pregnant? By some Halloween Miracle? Maybe the Great Pumpkin knocked you up?" His wife gave him a very cold stare, which made him back off immediately. "Deb, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"I know, Glen. I'm the one who's sorry. I'm just not sure what to say. It was a crazy night, I did some stupid things, and we'll see what happens, OK?"

Debbie then got out of bed and headed for the shower, leaving Glen to ponder what might have gotten her so upset. He didn't understand what she might have meant when she said she did stupid things the night before. It sounded like she meant more than just having blown him and swallowing his load. But Glen didn't dwell on that too much, as he had his own "stupid things" to think over.

By the time Freddy got out of bed, showered and came downstairs, his mother had left the house. He was disappointed, because he was hoping to see her, and to have a chance to talk about what had happened between them the night before.

When Freddy came into the kitchen he found Glen at the table, nursing his second cup of coffee. Freddy got coffee for himself and sat down to join his father.

"Morning, Dad."

"Hey, Freddy. How are you this morning?"

"Oh, I'm doing fine. Where's Mom?"

"I don't know. She left without telling me."

"I take it you got back OK after you drove Aunt Sally home?"

"Yes, I guess I made it back OK...I don't know. I'm here."

"Are you all right, Dad? You actually don't look so good."

"Oh. I don't know. I don't feel so great. Maybe just too much partying from last night. When did you get home anyway? Was I already gone?"

"Uh, yeah. I think you had just left."

"Was your mother still up?"

"Yeah, she was. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if you knew of anything that might have upset her. She seemed really edgy this morning."

Freddy thought he had a good idea of what his mother might be edgy about, but of course he couldn't let on.

"I don't know, Dad. Maybe she's just tired. She did seem to have had a little too much to drink when I got home."

"A LITTLE? It would be a first if your mother had a LITTLE too much to drink."

"I guess last night it was more than just a little. But no, I can't really say what might have been up with her." Freddy surveyed his father's overall countenance for a few seconds before repeating his inquiry. "Is everything OK, Dad? You REALLY don't look so great."

"Oh, really? Um...you know... Party, little hangover, out late, Aunt Sally...well... Just a lot of stuff. I'm kinda dragged out I guess."

"No offense, but you look like it."

"Thanks a lot," Glen said with half a smile.

"Just joking, Dad."

"Yeah, I know. But...I don't know Freddy...last night was...just a weird night."

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"I don't know exactly. I mean, obviously it was Halloween. But there was some kind of strange...vibe I guess, last night."

"Really? Hmm... I guess you're right Dad. There did seem to be something in the air, sort of."

After his experience with his mother Freddy had been fairly convinced that something more than strange was going on. He knew his mother to be wild at times, especially at parties, and anytime she had too much too drink. But that Halloween night was unlike anything Freddy had ever experienced, to say the least. Of course, he didn't feel the freedom to explore the subject in much depth with his father. As it turned out, Freddy didn't need to take the initiative.

"I know. I mean, was there a full moon or something?"

"I have no clue," Freddy said as he reached for his phone. "Damn," he added shortly after he had looked something up.

"What?" Glen inquired.

"There was indeed a full moon," Freddy said as he turned his phone to show his father the info he had found. "It's so weird that you would say that, you know?"

"Not that I believe in that stuff...full moons and all. But something was happening."

"What are you talking about, Dad? Did something um... Did something happen, that you know of?"

"Yes it did, Son. Something very bad happened. Something that never should have happened...happened."

"Really? What was it?"

"I don't really know how to bring this up to you, Freddy. I feel like it's your mother I should be talking to."

Freddy suddenly felt nervous. His father couldn't have seen him screwing his mother, could he? Freddy figured there was no possible way.

"Uh...really Dad? Well...could you...give me a hint or something?"

Glen hung his head for a few moments before continuing.

"Oh, Freddy. Shit. Well, OK, here goes. I should be talking to your mother, for sure. But I just need to confess to someone else first."

"Confess?" Freddy felt sudden relief, figuring what his father had to say didn't involve his son fucking Mom on the living room couch. "What do you mean Dad? Confess how?"

"I was already gone when you got home last night, right?" Freddy nodded. "Yeah, you told me that, didn't you? So, you didn't get to see your Aunt Sally in her...costume, right?"

"Aunt Sally? No, I didn't see her at all last night. She got here after I went out, and she was gone, with you, when I got home. Why? What about her costume?"

"Well, she was...," Glen said before pausing and hanging his head again briefly, "she was... Shit, she looked so hot. I mean, seriously."

"Oh, OK. What was she dressed as?"

"A biker chick. Oh MAN Freddy."

"Wow. I can imagine that Aunt Sally could pull that off pretty well."

"That's for sure. She was wearing these skin-tight, black leather pants, with long black boots that almost came up to her knees. And the pants were low-slung. She was wearing a black thong and it was sticking out just enough that you could see it when she leaned forward at all. She had on a leather vest, buttoned only about halfway up, with nothing underneath."

"Shit, that does sound hot."

"You can't imagine."

Freddy was no stranger to his Aunt Sally's charms. He had been fantasizing about her taut but curvy body ever since he discovered his first erection. But after the previous night's encounter with his mom, any other woman would pale in comparison for a long time to come.

"Well Dad, if you don't mind me saying so, Mom was a hell of a knock-out in her costume. I mean, come on..."

"Oh well, of course. Your mother is gorgeous, and she looked amazing. But there was something about Aunt Sally. She's just...her arms were bare...she has amazing arms...and she has those fucking tattoos. She has a chest tattoo! I didn't even know that. She had that dark red hair in a pony tail. And her boobs...the were just spilling out of that vest! Oh...she was unbelievable."

"Chest tattoo, huh? And she has a chest worth decorating. Sounds like she looked amazing. But, what about it, Dad?"

"I don't know if you're aware of it, Fred. But your Aunt Sally has always sort of had this, effect on me."

"IF I'm aware of it? Dad, who isn't aware of it. Seriously? You're like a puppy around her."

"What? Oh come on now. That's being...OK, maybe I am."

"So what happened, Dad? Oh wait...shit, Dad. Are you saying that... No way. When you took Aunt Sally home...? Dad, no way."

Glen hung his head for a good thirty seconds this time before nodding slowly.

"Yes, Freddy. Yes, Aunt Sally and I...when we got to her house."

"Wow, Dad. That's...wow."

"I know. Boy, do I know. Your mother's gonna...shit, I have no idea what she'll do. Kill me? Do you think she'll kill me?"

"No, I don't think she'll kill you, Dad. Uh...maybe she...won't be as hard on you as you think she will."

"Why would she go easy on me? That's hardly like your mother."

"I don't know. I just have a hunch that she might understand...you know...that these kinds of things happen."

"I think you're nuts, Son. I'd love it if that were the case. But I don't think there's a chance."

"I wish you had seen Aunt Sally. I swear. I was drooling over her the second I saw her."

"I believe you. But how did it happen, Dad? Who started it, if I can ask?"

"I don't know exactly know how it started. I don't know who initiated. It just seems like there was this spark, then we were in the middle of it. I will say though, she was incredibly into it. I mean, it was like she was in heat or something. Does it make you uncomfortable to hear this?"

"It's fine, Dad. Say what you need to say."

"Thanks. Well, I don't want to be crude. But once we got going, she just...she was just, on fire. I wanted to, you know...pull out, when...you know?" Freddy nodded knowingly. "But she wouldn't hear of it. It was very clear...she wanted me to do it...IN her. That's why I say it was like she was in heat."

Freddy considered his father's words..."in heat." He thought that was an apt description of his mother from the night before. And she was the same way, not letting him pull out.

"So, what are you gonna do, Dad?"

"I have no idea."

"I think you should talk to Mom. Tell her what happened. Like I said, she might understand."

"I'll have to think a lot about that." Glen paused to consider what he had to do next. "Well, I need to go into the office, Fred."

"Really? You have to work today?"

"Yeah. We have a big project going on and a couple of us are putting in some extra time."

"OK, well...hang in there, Dad."

"Thanks Freddy. Thanks for listenng."

A half hour after Glen left for the office, Debbie returned home. She found Freddie in the living room, sitting on the couch where they had made love the night before.

"Hi Mom. How are you doing this morning? Where you been?"

"Hi Honey," Debbie replied. "I don't know how I'm doing." She sat down on the couch opposite her son. "Did your father go to work?"

"Yeah."

"Did you talk to him at all?"

"Mm-hm. Yes I did. Is something wrong, Mom? Are you upset about last night or anything?"

"I'm still trying to figure out what I think about last night, Freddy. But I'm not really upset about it. I'm just trying to get my mind around it. But there's something else."

"Really? What is it, Mom?"

"I talked to my sister this morning. I called her while I was out driving around."

"Ohhhhh," Freddy said. "How uh...how is she? She got home OK last night, I take it."

"She sure did. More than OK, I'd say."

"What did she say, Mom?"

"She had sex with your father last night," Debbie blurted out without warning. "She just came out and told me. Your father took her home, and fucked her. He fucked my sister."

"Mom, I don't know if you want to hear this or not, but Dad told me."

"He did? I wonder why."

"Just because he felt bad, I think."

"Hmm...I wonder if he's just feeling bad about last night, or the other times."

"What? What other times?"

"Last night was hardly the first time Dad has screwed my sister."

"What are you talking about, Mom? How do you know that?"

"I just know. She's as much as told me so."

"But Mom...I don't understand. Dad has been with Aunt Sally before? And you didn't do anything about it? And now that you know he had sex with her last night, it doesn't seem like you're all that pissed off. What's the deal?"

Debbie looked her son in the eyes earnestly and took a deep breath before responding.

"Freddy Honey...it's a couple of things. First off, everybody wants your Aunt Sally. I mean, look at her. Hell, I'd fuck her. As a matter of fact..." Freddy's eyebrows raised up. "Well, that's a tale for another time. But the truth is, despite how she looks and acts most of the time, she doesn't sleep around. She loves the attention she gets, but she doesn't exactly give it away."

"Mom, Aunt Sally is beautiful of course. But I don't think she has a thing on you."

"Oh, Freddy... That's so sweet. But, I have ten years and a good twenty pounds on my sister..."

"You don't look like you're more than a year or two older than her, and if you do have a few pounds on her, they're exactly where they should be."

"Honey! You're gonna make your mother blush! Thank you, though." Debbie gave her son a warm smile and a playful wink. "The point is, my sister is very desirable. And she can have a power over guys when she wants to. And for whatever reason, she has always enjoyed flirting and toying with your father.

It used to piss me off to no end. She was barely a teenager when Dad and I started dating. She developed early, and she was way more mature than her age, always. Plus, she learned how to get guys' attention early on too, starting with our dad."

"Really? Aunt Sally acted like a flirt with Grandpa?"

"Oh my, yes. She honed her skills on him for many years. He would do ANYTHING for her. That hasn't changed. ANYTHING. But that's a tale for, still another time.

Don't get me wrong. Grandpa loves me a ton and he always has. But he wouldn't jump through hoops for me the way he would for Aunt Sally. And don't think I resent her either. I have always loved her for who she is, even though every boyfriend I ever had, your father included, wanted to get into her pants, no matter her age. She has the power, but she's not a huge manipulator, even though she could be. She's very selective about the men she wants to charm."

"I guess I can believe all that. And Dad's one of those guys?"

"Oh yeah. Always has been. Anyway, we had been married about ten years the first time it happened. I don't need to go into the details. It just happened. I got over it. I understood my sister, and I knew Dad still loved me. Then it happened again maybe a year later. That time it was easier to get over. And finally after a few more times I realized that there was a certain amount of freedom for me in having my husband wrapped around my little sister's finger instead of mine.

I still love him, and he loves me, of course. We're happy. But I accepted that he would never be mesmerized by me the way he is by Aunt Sally. And that has allowed me to live my life, focus on my work and on raising you, and so on. And in the scheme of things, knowing my husband bangs my sister a few times a year, then feels guilty and will do anything I want for months after has worked to my advantage."