“Sure,” she said, although she was definitely rattled… I assume by my cock, which was by now fully erect and its shape in plain sight… only some thin latex-like fabric holding it in place, angled upwards.
I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, although she was clearly flustered.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing my cock was in full view and she was affected by it.
“Yes,” she repeated, as the doorbell rang.
“Okay,” I said, smiling as I went to get it.
I returned a couple minutes later after a parade of kids had trouped past our door.
“Let’s get these pictures done,” I said, as again I adjusted my cock in front of her.
“Okay,” she said, as she got the camera ready and we took a couple photos.
After candying some more kids, I returned and saw Mom was out of her boots, her newly painted red-painted toenails in clear view in the sheer nylons. She said, “Sorry, these boots aren’t comfortable.”
“No worries, you look even better without them,” I complimented, as I stared at her feet and adjusted my cock in front of her yet again.
“I do?” she asked.
“Mom, you look good in everything you wear,” I assured her.
“You’re so sweet,” she said, bathing in the compliments. “But everyone looks sexier in nylons,” she laughed.
“What?” I asked, feigning obliviousness.
“That’s what your Dad always says. He has a nylon fetish, you know,” she mentioned.
“Is that why you always wear them?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“I guess,” she admitted.
“But why do you still always wear them?” I asked, just as the doorbell rang again.
I left that question lingering as I went and got the door… hoping this parade of kids would be ending soon.
When I returned she didn’t answer my last question, instead asking, “Did you wear that costume to school today?”
“No,” I said, as I adjusted my cock again.
“You should have,” she said, looking down at my crotch and not being subtle about it.
“Why?”
“The girls would have seen what you were packing down there and gotten interested,” she said with a slight smile.
I looked down, acting surprised, “Oh, is it that obvious?”
“A little,” she said.
“Not a lot?” I smiled, adjusting again.
“Well since you ask, a lot is exactly what you have,” she admitted.
“Shoot, I guess I should have worn it then,” I sighed.
“You likely would have been sent home,” she said.
“You would have been too,” I added.
“What? Me? Why?” she asked.
“I can clearly see your nipples, and they’re hard,” I pointed out, thinking it was time… and now that it was getting close to eight, hopefully we wouldn’t be disturbed.
She looked down at herself and gasped, “Oh.”
I adjusted my cock again and said, “Sorry, this outfit is a little tighter than I thought when I first tried it on.”
“No worries, honey,” she said, before adding, “although it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Is it even comfortable?”
“Actually you’re right, it’s too tight,” I complained, moving both my hands to my cock, “this is even beginning to hurt.”
“Take it off, then,” Mom advised me, concerned.
“Okay,” I said, as I turned around and asked desperately, “Can you hurry and unzip me?”
“Sure,” she said, doing just that.
I quickly pulled the one-piece costume down and completely off and was suddenly completely naked as the day I was born… but with a much more impressive wee wee.
I turned back to Mom and told her, my fully erect cock pointing directly at her, “That feels so much better.”
Mom was staring at my cock.
I joked, “Do I have a super cock, Supergirl?”
Mom looked up, realizing she had been staring, as she stammered, “L-l-like I said before honey, it’s very impressive.”
As I relished the way she kept glancing back down at my hard cock, “I asked, “More impressive than Dad’s?”
“Uh, Kevin, that isn’t an appropriate question,” she said, completely flustered.
“Neither is staring at your son’s big, fat cock,” I countered, as I closed the couple of feet and reached for her, deciding the time was now or never.
“Kevin!” she gasped, backing away even as she couldn’t resist looking back down.
“What? Ms. Chan says there is no purer thing in the world than incest,” I said.
“You talk to Ms. Chan about having sex with me?” she asked, dazed and confused.
“Usually after depositing a morning load down her throat, but before I deposit a second load in her coffee,” I answered honestly.
“Kevin, I…” she began, but I interrupted.
I put my hands on her shoulders like I’d seen in so many porn films, and said, as I pushed gently, “Mom, you know you love big, fat cock.”
To my surprise, she didn’t fall to her knees like in the pornos, instead she said, although weakly, “Kevin, you’re my son.”
“And you’re my Mom,” I countered. And as I pointed down to my cock I added, “And you created this masterpiece.” I then added, “And you can stop pretending you’ve never fantasized about being fucked by your son, I checked your browser history.”
“You know?” she gasped, looking ashamed. She then protested weakly, her mind and body at war with each other, “But that was just fantasy,”
“And now we’re going to make both our fantasies come true,” I said, feeling rather suave.
“Incest is illegal,” she pointed out, each argument weaker than the last.
“Incest laws are silly,” I said, “there is no better way to show how much I love you than by giving you what you need.”
“What I need?” she asked, actually raising an eyebrow, even as she again gazed down at what she needed.
“You need my big, fat cock,” I said bluntly, before adding, as I again pushed down on her shoulders, and this time she did give in, “and you need to be my Mommy-slut,” I finished as her knees landed on the carpet.
“Kevin,” was all she could say, as she was now staring eye to eye at my cock.
“Go ahead Mom,” I said softly, “we both know you’ve been craving this cock ever since I dropped my towel.”
“That was on purpose?” she asked, clarity seeming to creep in.
“As was the pic of my dick,” I added, as I slowly stroked my cock, her mouth just inches away… my fantasy the same few inches away.
“And that was you fucking Mrs. Grady?” she asked, the lightbulb going on, staring at my hand stroking my cock like it was a hypnotist’s watch. “That cock was awfully big, just like yours.”
“In the ass,” I clarified, “So far I only fuck my sluts in the ass.”