We got home and I don't know who was more excited, me or my Mom! It was only 3 or 4 in the afternoon and my Dad was at work until 10. We went straight to the bathroom and she started showing me how to put makeup on. While I had had an experience with a couple of cousins, it was really these interactions with my Mother that taught me how to paint my face up like a slut!
Everything got uncomfortable when we went to try on my skirt. My Mom got on her knees, grabbed my pants as well as my underwear, and pulled them down...I WAS AS HARD AS A ROCK! I tried to hide it from my Mother, but she told me that it wasn't anything to be ashamed of. "Come here," she said, "let your Mom have a closer look." I stepped toward her and she got on her knees. I wanted her to suck my cock SOOOOO bad! She took me into her soft hand and began caressing my cock and balls. "That's a good boy," she said playfully. Then, SHE STOPPED! She said that she was my mother and that I was her son. I said, "Yeah, no shit...that's what makes it so hot!" No matter how hard I tried, my Mom would not give in :-( At least, not for a few more years!
A few nights later, it was the big night...Halloween. I had put on all of my makeup...put on my outfit and wig. My Mom was helping me practice walking in heels :-) At 7 o'clock, my Mom drove me to my best friend John's house and we went out trick or treating. As soon as we hit the street, a car drove by and yelled, "Hey baby! How much?" Haha!
As I went from door-to-door, I was telling my friend which houses I had had sex with guys in. As I pointed out house after house, my friend said, "Is there a house in this neighborhood that you HAVEN'T had sex in?" At one of the houses, the homeowner recognized me, told me that his wife was out of town and that he was having some guys over later if I wanted to swing by. He told me that I should keep on my hose and heels cuz the guys would like it ;-)
My feet started hurting due to my stiletto heels and I told John and we headed back to his place. We had gathered quite a crew of our friends and when we got back to his house, there were 14 guys. John's mom knew that her son and I were lovers...she even knew that I liked to wear pantyhose and high heels while we did it ;-)
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