Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 3: A Very Happy Halloween
Tommy couldn t help but stare at his reflection. Everything he saw was new, incredible and scary. He ran a hand through his dirty green hair, gazing at the color it left behind on his palm. He turned his face left and right, admiring the scars that ran along the each corner of his mouth. His mouth was a bloody red mess, and his face had a grimy, pale quality that was almost like a dead man s. The purple suit was and tie was wrapped a little tight around his body, yet he felt snug and happy within it. In this suit, he looked like one of his most feared, and beloved, super villains of all time. This is what he loved most about Halloween.
Ready to go, Mista J? came a voice from his mother s bedroom. She stepped through the doorway and Tommy s purple pants suddenly grew even tighter when he saw her costume. He feared that he would start sweating and ruin his perfect makeup. He had to swallow his heart, which had just jumped right into his throat.
Actually, this is what he loved most about Halloween.
Children and parents alike couldn t help but stop and stare at the woman who strutted down the street with her son, holding a deep sack for candy. Mothers huffed and grew red, venomously muttering about indecency and godlessness . Dozens of little boys got their first erection that night. Their sisters followed their gaze and stared wide-eyed in admiration, silently begging the unholy gods of that most demonic holiday to give them the same assets when they grew up.
Since most of the adult who took their kids door-knocking were mothers and grandmothers, that left dad s and grandfathers to open doors. To put it one way, Mommy s presence on their doorstep in that skimpy, tight-fitting jester costume seemed to cast a very dark spell over them, such that Tommy always got the biggest share of candy of any other kid that night. Some dads, safe in the knowledge that their wives would be gone for at least a couple of hours, invited Mommy in for some extra candy , to which Mommy would jiggle her own Halloween treats and say, Well gee, if you give my boy another handful of candy, maybe I ll pop by this Thanksgiving and show you how to stuff a turkey. Of course, as soon as the door shut and they were out of earshot, Mommy would smirk and murmur, They re just too easy. Tommy would then feel a hand through his hair and a secret grope on his butt.
Eventually, Tommy s bag was so full that he virtually had to drag it along the ground behind him as he walked.
Tommy, is that you? Cool costume! Under the black eye mask and cowboy hat, it was hard to tell that the boy approaching Tommy holding a rather realistic-looking Smith and Wesson revolver was Andy Lin from class. But his accent gave it away.
So s yours! Tommy said with a messy grin. He had seen the Lone Ranger that summer and thought that Andy s costume was a very sharp recreation of that distinguished black outfit. He half expected to see Silver gallop out of the shadows, but instead, he saw Tonto or at least a female Tonto creep up to place a light hand on The Lone Ranger s shoulder. Tommy immediately knew where Andy s sharp costume had come from Mrs. Lin s own outfit was a perfect recreation of Johnny Depp s Native American getup, except for a more solid chest piece that hid her bust. Even the crow perched upon her head looked like it had come straight from the taxidermist.
Tommy felt a hand wrap around his own shoulder, and he looked up to see his mother in her body-hugging Harley Quinn outfit smiling down at Andy s costume.
Lookin good there, cowboy. Your Mom really knows how her way around a sewing machine.
Thank you, Ms. Valentina. He kept his gaze down, not wanting to disrespect his classmate s bodacious mother by looking directly at her assets.
Only the best for my own, Mrs. Lin said in a thick Chinese accent. She didn t compliment Tommy s costume, but she couldn t mask the admiration on her face.
She did, however, comment on Mom s costume: I bet your mother has gotten a lot of attention in that tonight, Thomas.
Tommy nodded politely, Yes, Mrs. Lin.
Mommy placed a hand on the top of Tommy s bulging sack and shook it. Well, only the best for my own. It was plainly obvious whose sack was stuffed with the most candy.
Of course, the boys were completely unaware of this subtle competitive game going on between their mothers. All their minds were occupied with was how soon they could get their haul home and stuff their faces.
Did you get a Sugar-Nuke?
Yeah, check it out! Tommy reached into his bag and pulled out not one, but three cellophane-wrapped balls of sweetness.
No way, lucky!
Here, Tommy handed him the green one Andy s favorite color and bagged the other two.
A smile of endearment broke out beneath Tonto s thick face paint. Your friend is very gracious, Andy. What do you say to him?
Thanks Tommy.
Mommy wrapped her arm around her boy s shoulder. You really should stop by for coffee one afternoon, Mrs. Lin. It ll give the boys a chance to play together outside school.
Mrs. Lin gave a smooth nod, which was made no less elegant by the bobbing crow on her crown. Thank you for the offer; that is most welcoming. We still do not know many in this area, and we feel like strangers.
Any time, Mrs. Lin. You won t be a stranger in my home.
Andy s mother s watch suddenly beeped. Look, it is one hour past bed time, Andy. Come on, no more trick-or-treat. She smiled at Tommy s mother again, and then the Lone Ranger and his accomplice disappeared down the street, into the night.
Mommy touched her little Joker s hand. You ll probably trip if you get any more candy in that bag. Maybe we better go home too. There was a cadence in her voice that told him that even though there would be no more candy, trick-or-treating wasn t over yet.
The pile of candy on the living room floor would last the entire year, Mommy thought. It was magical what a pair of breasts in a tight top could get you. Or your son.
Tommy couldn t be happier. He trawled through his hoard of sugary treats, finding all the sour candies and putting them in a smaller pile next to the chocolates while a sugar-coated gummy snake trailed from between his lips. Mommy unwrapped a large Mars bar and took a bite.
But Tommy couldn t have too much that would give him a sore tummy and ruin Mommy s plans for the night. When the clock struck ten, Mommy licked the remaining chocolate and sugar from her lips and caressed her boy s butt with her foot to get his attention.
Tommy, do you wanna come here? She patted her lap.
Ever the obedient son, Tommy rose from his treasure pile and made his way to the couch, dropping his young butt on his mother s lap before placing his hands on her shoulders. These hands soon found something else enjoyable, moving down to her bountiful cleavage. Mommy smiled appreciatively. So what do you like better, Mommy or candy?
He looked behind him at the sweet treats on the floor, for perhaps longer than she liked. But when he turned back to her, he said, Mommy is candy.
She gushed and drew her Joker in for a tight cuddle, kissing him all over his painted face and lips until she was out of breath.
You know, she began, there s something the Joker and Harley Quinn love doing. Actually, it s something lots of superheroes and villains love doing, but your Mommy hasn t done it with you yet.
The curiosity was scribbled all over his face. He pulled the gummy snake out of his mouth. What is it?
She ran a hand across his tummy and down to his crotch. Let me show you.
They were in the bedroom, and Mommy pulled off the Joker s vest, shirt and pants, soon leaving him with nothing more than his clownish makeup. She was ecstatic to find her little boy was already very erect.
Her own Harley Quinn costume was tight and tricky, so Tommy had to stand back while his mother delivered an impromptu striptease. Then, she took hold of Tommy s underwear from the floor, licked it, and put it to work cleaning off as much of the Joker face paint as she could. Her own makeup, however, she decided to leave on a special Halloween treat for her special little monster.
Mommy then walked to the bed and motioned him over. Climb aboard, Mista J! she squealed in her best Harley impression.
He gave his best Joker s grin and jumped onto the mattress. As he pulled himself on top of her, he was about to bring his penis up between her breasts when she placed a gentle hand on the tip of his dick and shook her head. What we re doing is different tonight, Mista J. She spread her legs and pointed. Put that big toy of yours into Harley s hole. Down there.
He looked at her in confusion, so being the ever-loving mother than she was, Mommy took his stiff pecker in her fingers and gently guided it to the split between her lips. Like this. His head penetrated, and the rest of shaft followed, sliding up against her warm, wet walls. She took a small measure of satisfaction at the knowledge that in that moment, she had officially taken her son s virginity.
Placing a loving hand on his rump, she pulled his hips towards her until his entire penis was buried deep inside, his little swelling testicles kissing her pussy lips. Her boy let out a sound between a shocked gasp and a moan.
It it s so warm inside you, Mom! he exclaimed in wonderment. Just like a mouth!
Mommy began a gentle, steady gyrating rhythm against his boy cock, feeling her wet walls sucking and sliding around his shaft. Yes, just like Mommy s mouth, she smiled and winked.
He stayed there on top of her for a few moments longer, staring into her eyes. If she didn t know better, she would swear she could see the glimmer of a transformation going on within.
She stared back and with a devilish smile, she said, Does baby know what to do now? She raised the intensity of her gyrations, encouraging her boy to do what all boys should know instinctively. Just like when he was in her mouth, her boy had to-
Go on, fuck your Mommy. Just like you fuck her tits.
He required no more encouragement than that. His hands closed tightly around her waist and his little butt tightened as pulled back and launched a deep thrust into her.
Oh yes! There you go baby, fuck your mommy.
His pace picked up speed and intensity. His young lungs pumped air in and out until he sounded like a locomotion engine.
That s it, keep going, she urged him. His little penis didn t exactly fill her like her wall-splitting dildos, but the very feel of his body pressed against hers as he plunged in and out of her gave the mother a kind of loving pleasure that no toy indeed, no other human being ever could.
She ran a hand through her now sweaty hair, knowing full-well that he would climax soon. She could read the hesitation on his face and sought to ease his troubled thoughts immediately.
You can shoot your milk inside me, honey.
He gave her an astounded look. I-I can?
She nodded. Mommy s pussy will swallow it up, don t you worry. Go as much as you like.
And as if that were all the excuse he needed, her son let out a mighty shout, screwed his eyes shut in the most adorable cum-face, and thrust his pecker deep and hard inside. The feel of his pubic bone smashing against her clitoris yielded a yelp from her, but she took pleasure in the sudden and startling burst of pleasure.
That sudden shot of warmth inside took her back to years long passed. Old boyfriends, young ones, and Tommy s father. And despite the fact that she hadn t reached her orgasm, she still considered it the best and most satisfying fuck she d ever had. After all, who could make love to you quite like your own flesh and blood?
When Tommy had finally ceased unloading inside of his mother, he let out a puppyish whimper and fell flat onto her tummy, his mussed green hair tickling the underside of her breasts. She chuckled and ran her fingers through it again, listening as his roaring breath slowly diminished in the quiet room.
He was asleep. His cock shrunk, releasing itself of the roaring blood that had given it sexual life, but she kept it within her, wanting to maintain that connection. She wouldn t let him go so easily. He was right where he belonged.
Mommy didn t remember when she fell asleep, but her first illogical thought when she awoke was that she was in the middle of an earthquake.
Get up move
But she couldn t. Firstly because her son was still on top of her; secondly because she was being overpowered by a wall of intense pleasure. With the little moonlight that trickled in the room, she saw the look in her son s dark blue eyes: intense, animalistic determination. He looked very close to being possessed. He stared intently, but not exactly at her. His gaze pierced something deeper like there was a goal on the horizon and the only way to reach it was to ride Mommy as hard as possible.
And that s precisely what he was doing.
His boy cock was thicker and harder than she had ever felt it. It had always curved slightly, but now its hardened head pushed against the upper wall of her vagina, scraping the soft, spongy texture of her g-spot.
Mommy was about to tell him to stop that he wasn t allowed to fuck Mommy without her permission. That she had to tell him how to do it. That
But her back spontaneously arched and she let out a squeal as she felt her body suddenly drawing dangerously close to orgasm. This wasn t anything new she fucked herself on nearly a nightly basis but this was the first time ever she would come while having sex with another person.
And with her son, no doubt. It was too perfect.
Mommy no longer felt the bed under back, instead she felt that her skin was covered and set alight with ecstasy. The sound of her little boy huffing and puffing as he humped her senseless grew distant, all while his essence melted into her and she began to feel similar to how it was when she was still pregnant full, content, and completely enmeshed in this little being that her own body had created.
The build-up was faster than any other time before, and almost without trying her son flung her off the edge and she plunged head-first into the silver sea.
When she finally resurfaced and crawled back onto solid ground, her boy was fast asleep on her warm body, sticky with their shared sweat. In a contradiction to the very adult thing he had just done, Tommy slept with his thumb in his mouth like a child of even younger years. She wanted to hold him close, but every physical action seemed like too much effort. Mommy would much rather lay there, allowing the bedroom air cool her moist flesh; keeping her son s manhood and his seed trapped between her lower lips; smelling the sex waft up from the soaking sheets. Judging by the soreness in her throat she had been screaming. Hard.
The edges of her vision darkened. She would fall under the spell of exhaustion at any moment.
Oh my fuck, she whispered, smiling to the Halloween night. Look what a monster I ve created.
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