Halloween Costumed Roleplaying

bySusanJillParker©

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Mother, Sister, Aunt, and Cousin roleplay while dressed in their Halloween costumes Michael.

This story is about my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin wearing Halloween costumes while roleplaying being someone else for incestuous sex. This story is about sexy secrets of wearing a costume and roleplaying, specifically when wearing a Halloween costume and roleplaying. When wearing a costume while roleplaying fictional identities, people do crazy things. Shocking but true, when wearing a costume while roleplaying, even blood related relatives do crazy, incestuously, sexual things that they wouldn't ordinarily do when not wearing a costume and roleplaying.

This is the true story of what happened when my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin wore their Halloween costumes while I wore my Halloween costume. While I was in costume, I roleplayed that I wasn't related to them by blood. I roleplayed that I wasn't my mother's son, my sister's brother, my aunt's nephew, or my cousin's cousin. While they were in costume, my mother roleplayed that she wasn't my mother, my sister roleplayed that she wasn't my sister, my aunt roleplayed that she wasn't my aunt, and my cousin roleplayed that she wasn't my cousin.

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Forbidden to do as her 22-year-old son, but tonight I wasn't my mother's son. I was her primary care physician. It was Tuesday night, my night to sleep with my 44-year-old mother dressed as her young doctor and with her dressed as my sexy, X-rated nurse.

"Nurse," I said putting on my statoscope. "Unzip your uniform so that I may listen to your heart."

Obediently obeying me, following her doctor's orders, I watched my mother with great sexual anticipation give me a sexy smile and a naughty look while she slowly and sexily unzipped her nurse's uniform. As if I was having a sexual fantasy, I couldn't believe that I had such sexual control over my mother. I couldn't count how many times I masturbated over imagining seeing my mother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. I couldn't count how many times I masturbated over imagining having sex with my mother. Tonight, not only was I going see my mother nearly naked, albeit for her nurse's Halloween costume but also, I was going to have sex with my MILF of a mother.

Even now, after having had sex with my MILF of a mother so very many times before, I was just as sexually excited as I was the first time that we had sex. Even now, while watching her unzip her sexy, X-rated nurse's costume, I was as sexually excited as the first time that I watched her unzip her sexy, X-rated nurse's costume. Even now, after having seen my mother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked, I was as sexually excited seeing her in her underwear as I was the first time seeing her in her underwear.

As if she was a stripper on stage doing a slow striptease, she slowly unzipped her nurse's Halloween costume. Sexually teasing me, every time she looked down at her exposed, bra clad breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage, she looked up at me to see my reaction to seeing her in her sexy, low-cut bra. I stared at her as if she was already topless. I stared at her as if she was already naked. This was my mother and not some whore that I picked up in a bar and asked home for the night.

"Yes, Doctor Michael," she obediently said.

As soon as my mother exposed her big, bra clad breasts and her long, sexy, line of cleavage, I put my ear tips of my statoscope in my ears and my non-chill, chest piece ring to her heart and listened. Not surprised that her heart was beating faster than normal, with her bra clad breasts exposed to my horny eyes, my mother's heart was beating as fast as my heart was beating. It was one thing seeing my mother's bra clad breasts but it was something else entirely having my hands and mouth so very close to her tits.

I wasn't concerned that she was overly excited. Being sexually excited was what I wanted her to be. Obviously, because she was as exposed to her son who was playing doctor and nurse with his mother was the reason for her racing heartbeat. Actually, by having sex with my mother, it was my goal to have her heart beating faster than it was.

"Your heart is okay albeit beating a little fast," I said with a dirty laugh. Not stopping there, I was ready to take full sexual advantage of my mother under the pretense that I was her primary care physician. "Now, remove your bra please, nurse, so that I may give your breasts a full examination," I said.

My favorite part as my mother's pretend doctor was giving her a breast exam. I couldn't wait to touch and feel my mother's big, naked tits. Not only did I love seeing my mother's big, shapely, natural, naked breasts but I also I loved feeling my mother's big, naked, shapely, natural breasts while examining her huge hooters. Always putting a big smile to my face, other than fingering and sucking her nipples, there's nothing sexier than seeing, touching, and feeling my mother's big, naked boobs.

Without having to remove her nurse's Halloween costume, a necessary ingredient to our lovemaking while roleplaying, my mother reached in front of her to unhook her front snapping brassiere. Teasing me in the way of a stripper on stage, she held her bra cups in place with both hands to make sure that I was watching before she opened her Heavenly gates. Every time I saw her naked breasts, as if seeing them for the first time, I always had the same reaction. I stared at the shape of her big, naked breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.

In the way that she exposed her naked breasts to me so very many times already while I examined her before we made love, she exposed her naked breasts to me again now. While I enjoyed pretending that I was really her doctor instead of her son, I watched her slowly peel away her bra cups to expose her naked, C cup breasts to my horny, non-medically trained eyes. It was always so very sexually exciting to see my mother's naked tits. It was even more sexually exciting that she wanted to show me her naked tits as much as I wanted to see her naked tits.

Pretending that my mother was my sexy X-rated nurse, I pretended to give her a medical, breast examination as if I was her primary care provider. First feeling one breast and then feeling the other breast before holding both breasts in my hot, horny hands, I felt her breasts, squeezed her breasts, and fondled her breasts. Cupping them in my hands as if weighing them, I had my wicked, sexual way with my mother's tits before fingering her hard, erect nipples.

One of my mother's favorite parts of having her breasts examined, her sexual picadillo, was exposing her naked breasts to me, of course, but also was when I fingered her nipples. As much as she loved having her nipples fingered, she loved it when I fingered her nipples. Obviously by her sexually excited reaction, her nipples were two of her erogenous zones and as soon as I fingered my mother's hard, erect nipples, she became so wet. As soon as I fingered my mother's hard, erect nipples, she was plenty wet enough and ready for me to mount her and make love to her before fucking her.

Driving her wild and making her so very horny, she loved it when I pulled, turned, twisted, squeezed, and pinched her nipples. She loved it when I leaned forward to take her nipples in my mouth and sucked one before sucking the other. As much as she loved having her nipples fingered, she loved having her nipples sucked. She loved it when I sucked her nipples. As if paying homage to them and worshipping them, she loved it when I gave her naked breasts, especially her nipples, my complete sexual attention under the guise of giving her breasts a complete, medical examination.

"I love your big tits, Mom," I said falling in and out of character.

I was glad that I could not only sexually accommodate my mother but also sexually excite her enough for her to not only want to have sex with me but also to cum. A long time coming, as if our incestuous relationship was meant to be, I was glad that I was sexually intimate with my mother. Even more important than my happiness and sexual satisfaction, my mother was glad that she was sexually intimate with me. Life doesn't get any better than this.

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She smiled down at me and, as if I was still her baby, albeit a 22-year-old, grown man of a baby. Something that felt so reassuring and comforting, she placed a gentle hand to the back of my head whenever I sucked her tits. In the same way that I placed a gentle hand to the back of her head whenever she was blowing me before cumming in her motherly mouth, she placed a gentle hand to the back of my head whenever I sucked her hard, erect nipples.

Oddly enough, something that I never knew about my mother, she loved having her nipples fingered and her tits sucked. How would I know that unless I was sexually and incestuously intimate with my mother? Switching back and forth, fingering one and sucking one before fingering and sucking the other, she especially loved it whenever I had her nipple in my mouth while I fingered her other nipple.

In the same way that I loved it when she stared up at me when she sucked my cock, she loved it when I sucked her nipples while staring up at her. She pressed my mouth against her bosom as if she was nursing me. Just as she loved it when I complimented her on her big tits, she loved it when I gently bit her nipples.

"Suck my tits, Michael. Nibble my nipples while touching, feeling, and fondling my breasts," she said in a sexually lustful voice while obviously becoming more sexually excited enough to fall out of character. "Yeah, that's it. Pull, turn, and twist my nipples while squeezing my tits. Harder, Michael, harder. Squeeze my tits harder. Squeeze my breasts as hard as you can."

I sucked my mother's tits while nibbling and fingering her nipples. I felt her breasts while fondling her breasts. Squeezing her big tits as hard as I could, I had my wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. I loved my mother's big, firm, natural tits. I loved my mother's big, erect nipples.

"I love your big tits. I love how shapely and firm they are," I said squeezing her breasts while fondling her breasts. "I love your big nipples."

Then, when she stood to remove her panties but not her X-rated nurse's, Halloween costume, I stood to remove my pants and underwear but not my doctor's starched white, lab coat that displayed my nametag, Doctor Michael. My mother sat on her bed and reclined back to rest her head on her pillow before spreading her legs to show me her delicacy of delight, her bushy, brown pussy. With her already wet from me seeing, touching, feeling, fondling, and squeezing her naked breast while fingering her nipples and sucking her nipples, she stared at me while I stared at her glistening wet, pink pussy.

In the way that I had so very many times before, I mounted my mother as if she was my lover or my wife instead of my mother. As if I really was her doctor, my cock was a thermometer, and I was taking the temperature of her feverishly, warm pussy, she guided my cock inside of her. Once inside my mother, making a tighter connection, I humped her. Once all the way inside her, I made love to her. I kissed my mother while slowly humping her. She returned my humps with her humps. Mother and son as nurse and doctor were making love.

It didn't take me long to start fucking my mother instead of making love to my mother. Unlike her sister, my Aunt Patricia, my mother preferred fucking to making love anyway. Forget about making love, with her no longer an innocent, romantic, school girl but a mature MILF of a woman, being fucked hard and fast is what my mother wanted. Filled with incestuous lust for my mother, fucking my mother hard and fast was what I wanted too.

My mother, Christine, wanted me to fuck her. She really wanted me to bang her pussy. She loved hearing the sound of our skins slapping skin. She wanted me to slam my hard, slender body against her sexy, shapely body. She wanted me to give her an orgasm with my cock. She wanted to cum.

"I love fucking you, Nurse Christine," I said giving her a sexy smile.

She humped me harder and faster as soon as I complimented her.

"Fuck me, doctor. Make me cum," she said.

As if I was on death row and was having a last conjugal visit from my mother instead of my wife or girlfriend, as my last wish and expressly to fuck my mother, I humped my mother harder. I humped her faster. I reached beneath her to grab her shapely, naked ass with both hands as I used my erect prick like a piledriver. As if I was drilling the ground for oil to strike a bonanza, I drilled my mother's cunt for her to have a sexual orgasm.

As if physically showing her that I was really fucking her, she loved it when I banged the top of her head against her padded headboard. Continuing to hump her harder and hump her faster while making that same unmistakable slapping sound of skin on leather, I pounded her pussy as if I was pounding my fist in my baseball glove while making a permanent pocket. Only, my fist was my cock and my baseball glove was my mother's warm, wet, velvet glove of a pussy. Now, every time I wore my baseball glove to a ballgame to hopefully catch a foul ball, I'd be thinking of fucking my mother.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I'd be fucking my mother. If it wasn't for my whore of a cousin Emily, I'd never be fucking my mother, my aunt Patricia, and/or my sister, Donna. If it wasn't for my cousin, having sex with my mother, my sister, and my aunt only would have happened that one time on Halloween and never happened again. Yet, here I was fucking my mother. I couldn't believe I was fucking my mother and my mother was fucking me.

"Doctor, oh doctor. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Don't stop. Don't stop, Doctor Michael," said nurse Christine. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming, doctor. Your nurse is cumming, doctor. Your mother is cumming, Michael. Don't stop," she said holding me tighter while falling in and out of character. "Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder."

As if given a shot of testosterone, invigorated that my sexy, X-rated nurse Christine, my mother was cumming. I fucked her harder and I fucked her faster. I literally pounded her pussy into her pillow top mattress. Slamming my body into her sexy and shapely body, this was no slam-bam-thank-you-mam but an incestuous adventure into fucking my mother for the pure unbridled, incestuous pleasure of it.

"Cum Nurse Christine, cum. Cum mother, cum," I said. "I want to see you cum, Mom. I want to hear you cum."

Returning my hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps, my mother fucked me as hard and as fast as I fucked her.

"Fuck me, doctor. Fuck me harder, Dr. Michael. Fuck me faster. Make me cum, Michael. Give your mother a sexual orgasm with your big, hard prick," she said and was all that she said before falling silent and collapsing in her bed with a sexual orgasm and in orgasmic afterglow.

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It was Thursday night, my night to sleep with my sister, Donna, dressed as in my Halloween costume as Cinderella while I was dressed in my Halloween costume as Prince Charming. Being that this was her recurring sexual fantasy, my sister had half a dozen Cinderella costumes just as I had half a dozen Prince Charming costumes. Adding to the erotic illusion and the sexual fantasy, we never knew which costume the other would wear. All that we were assured of was that with her playing Cinderella and me playing Prince Charming, we'd be having sex and I'd be fucking my sister just as hard and just as fast as I fucked my mother.

"My Prince," said my sister when I entered her bedroom in my full Halloween costume as Prince Charming.

Even though it was no longer Halloween, our sex carried over after my mother, Christine, my sister, Donna, and my aunt, Patricia, heard me fucking my cousin, Emily. Not allowing me to have sexual intercourse with them before, willing only to give me a blowjob, after hearing Emily's reaction to me fucking her, they all wanted me to fuck them now. Except for my cousin, Emily, who wanted to do and experience every sexual thing, before Emily, they all had a convoluted definition that sucking my cock didn't constitute incestuous sex but fucking did.

Now that they saw and heard how happy my cousin was fucking me, they all wanted me to fuck them. Once I fucked one, the other wanted me to fuck her too. Going from one to the other, once I fucked them all, they all wanted me to fuck them again. Now, having sexual intercourse with my family was a weekly thing. With me having sexual intercourse four times a week, once with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin, and with each of them having sexual intercourse once a week with me, we were all happy. A win/win for all, they got all the sex that they want and I got all the sex that I need.

"Cinderella," I said leaning down to French kiss my sister who was already sequestered in bed with her Cinderella gown spread out as if she was doing a photo shoot for a fantasy, fairytale, fashion magazine.

As soon as I kissed my sister, not to be denied her sexual fun too, she felt my cock through my Prince Charming costume pants. As soon as my sister felt my hardening dick and fondled the head of my prick with her fingertips, I felt her breasts through her costume and bra. I loved feeling my sister's tits as much as I loved feeling my mother's tits. It was as sexually exciting to French kiss my sister as it was feeling her big tits through the bodice of her gown and her bra.

"You already have an erection, my Prince," said my sister playing her role as Cinderella. "I can't wait to fuck you. I can't wait for you to slide your big, hard dick inside of me," she said whispering her sexual lust in my ear. "I can't wait for you to fuck my warm, wet cunt."

An important part of having sex with my sexy sister, Donna loved talking dirty. I smiled while lowering her top enough to see more of her breasts. She was so pretty, as pretty as my mother. A younger version of my mother, she was so sexy. As pretty as Cinderella, Snow White, and Rapunzel, my sister was such a babe.

Even though I sexually fantasized over having incestuous sex while masturbating myself, I never thought that I'd be having incestuous sex with my blood related relatives. Just as I never thought that I'd be having sex with my mother, I never thought I'd be having sex with my sister. It was outrageously exciting to go from having sex with my mother to having sex my sister just as it was outrageously sexually exciting going from having sex with my aunt to having sex with my cousin.

A man can't experience the full spectrum of having incestuous sex unless he can go from mother to daughter and back again while comparing the two. With me having two sets of mothers and daughters, I was in incestuous Heaven. Now believing that incest sex was the best sex, I don't think that I could return to having sex with a woman who wasn't related to me by blood.

"You always make me hard, Cinderella," I said remaining in character.

In the way that I fucked my mother Tuesday night, I couldn't wait to fuck my sister tonight.

"Fuck me, Prince Charming. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Make me cum," said my sister. "Stick your big, hard cock in my warm, wet cunt. Give me a sexual orgasm with your cock."

Even though my sister was on the pill, not wanting to risk getting her pregnant, God forbid, in the way that I wore a condom with my mother, aunt, and cousin, I wore a condom with my sister. Even after all these times that I've been sexually intimate with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin, it was still difficult for me to wrap my head around that I was having incestuous sex with my family. I was the luckiest son, brother, nephew, and cousin in the world.

If I was on the Jerry Springer show of old and broadcasted that I had regular, sexual intercourse with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin while in costume and roleplaying, no one would believe me. Yet, sometimes hard for even me to believe, these four, blood related women sexually wanted me as much as I wanted them. When they showed no guilt for allowing me to touch and their semi-naked bodies while they touched and felt my semi-naked body, why should I show guilt for making out with them? When they showed no remorse for fucking me, why should I show remorse for fucking them?

As long as we were all mature adults, and we were, and as long as the sex was consensual, and it was, what's the issue? It's just sex, albeit incestuous sex. As long as they were happy fucking me, I was happy fucking them too. Trust me, if I said it once, I said it a hundred times, life doesn't get any better than this.

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As if sexually excited to see her panties for the first time, I lifted the front of my sister's costume to expose her bright, white bikini panties. A sexy sight to behold and one that I never tired of seeing through her panties, I loved seeing her pussy mound, her dark shadow of brown, trimmed, pubic hair, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. Every time I saw my sister in her panties, I couldn't wait to remove them. I couldn't wait to fuck her. I couldn't wait to hear her and watch her cum.

In the way that my mother, aunt, and cousin did, my sister had such an extraordinary body. I loved slowly sliding my hands along her smooth, shapely thighs and up across her toned, flat stomach before reaching down to tease her pussy slit with my fingertip through her panties. Even now, after we've had sex so very many times, it still mesmerized me to finger my sister's pussy through her panties. Just as I couldn't get enough of my sister's sexy and shapely body, I couldn't get enough of my sister's white, bikini panties.

"I love your pussy, Donna. I love how your pussy looks in your panties," I said impaling her pussy through her panties with my fingertip and rubbing her clit through her panties enough to make her squirm with sexual pleasure. "I love fingering your cunt, my sister's cunt through your panties," I said while knowing that she enjoyed hearing me talk dirty to her as much as she loved talking dirty to me. "As if they were both beckoning me to finger them, it sexually excites me to see your pussy slit and camel toe through your panties."

As if she was a little girl again instead of a 24-year-old woman, she laughed with glee when I talked dirty to her, especially when I complimented her pussy. Obviously, my sister loved her pussy as much as I loved her pussy. Making our sexual time together that much more special, my sister loved talking dirty. She got off on dirty talk.

After talking dirty to my sister, as if getting her in the mood, she gasped when I fingered her pussy through her panties again and looked at me with sexual excitement. Ready to be fucked, my sister wanted me to fuck her. Ready to fuck her, I was ready to fuck my sister. The best thing that ever happened to me was having incestuous sex with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin.

"Remove my panties, my Prince. I want to show you my pussy," she said. "I want you to see my glistening, wet cunt."

As if removing them for the first time, with every time removing her panties as exciting as the first time that I removed her panties, I removed my sister's panties to reveal her brown, trimmed pussy. This wasn't just any pussy. Oh, no. This was my sister's pussy, my big sister's pussy. Nearly as sacred as my mother's cunt, I was about to fuck my sister's cunt, yet again.

"I love your pussy, Cinderella. You have a beautiful pussy. You have the best pussy in the whole kingdom," I said continuing to roleplay to her sexual fantasy. "I can't wait to stick my princely prick in the pussy of my future princess."

She smiled her happiness with my compliment and with my roleplaying while staying in character.

"Fuck me, Prince. Fuck me in the way that you fucked our mother, our aunt, and our cousin. I want them to hear me cum in the way that I hear them cum," she said. "I want them to be jealous of you fucking me in the way that I'm jealous of you fucking them."

As if my Halloween costume was on fire, I removed my pants and underwear but left on my Prince Charming, military jacket and sash. Part of the allure of me fucking my sister and an important ingredient in her believing that she was Cinderella and I was Prince Charming, I needed to remain in costume and in character too. Sometimes, when the four of us get together, we pretend that our mother is the wicked stepmother, our cousin is the wicked stepsister, and our aunt is the fairy Godmother.

If it wasn't for my agreeing to roleplay their sexual fantasies while in costume, they never would have agreed to have sex with me. Had I not agreed to pretend with them, I never would have been lucky enough to have sex with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin. All part of the sexual fantasy, wearing Halloween costumes and roleplaying our characters was the only way that they would allow me to continue to have sex with them. I didn't mind wearing a costume and roleplaying while having sex with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin. I'd happily go with the flow as long as it meant getting laid.

Not wasting time with small talk or with anything to distract us from pretending we weren't who we pretended to be, I mounted my sister in the way that I mounted my mother. Not even wasting time fingering her pussy or licking her pussy, with her plenty wet enough, just as my mother wanted to be fucked, my sister wanted to be fucked too. She wanted sexual intercourse. Strangely enough, in the way that none of them considered blowing me and cumming in their mouths as having incestuous sex with them, seemingly there was something about fucking women that was more sexually intimate than fingering and/or eating their cunts.

Saving that sexual foreplay for later, fingering and/or licking her pussy could be done at any time, downstairs while watching TV, in the bathroom while they took their baths, or in my car while we parked in the mall parking lot. Tonight, was for fucking. Tonight, my sister wanted to be fucked. Tonight, my big sister wanted to get laid. Tonight, Donna wanted me, Prince Charming, her baby brother, to fuck her hard and fast. She wanted me to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock.

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She guided my stiff prick inside her. She was already so very wet, slippery wet, and I had to hump her harder for my cock to slide in deeper and remain inside of her. She returned my hard humps with her hard humps and, off to the races, we were already fucking. I was fucking my sister in the way that I had fucked my mother and would soon be fucking my aunt and cousin again. Yet, tonight was my sister's night. Tonight, was her turn. She had been eagerly waiting for this night of sexual pleasure all week.

"I love you, Cinderella," I said smiling my love for her while remaining in character.

She returned my smile of love for her with her smile of love for me.

"I love you, too, Prince Charming," said.

Since this was what she wanted, I humped my sister harder. Since she wanted me to fuck her, I humped my sister faster. This was my sexy sister and not some make-believe fairytale character. This was my beloved, big sister and not some whore that I picked up at a club or brought home from a bar for sex.

"I love you, Donna," I said falling out of character to express my love for my sister.

She smiled at me as if I was indeed Prince Charming instead of her brother.

"I love you, too, Michael. Now, do your job and fuck me. Fuck your sister. Fuck Cinderella. Give me my sexual orgasm. Make me cum, my Prince. I want to cum. I need to cum. Fuck me, Prince Charming, fuck me," she said humping him as fast and as hard as I was humping her.

Where it ended last week, it began this week. I untied her bodice to expose her bra clad breasts. In the way that I unhooked my mother's front, snapping bra, I unhooked my sister's front, snapping bra. Front, snapping brassieres were necessary to get at my mother's, my sister's, my aunt's, and my cousin's tits without them having to remove their costumes to remove their bras. Even though they didn't have front snapping bras in Cinderella's day, removing their costumes would not only throw them out of character but also interrupt the illusion and ruin the sexual fantasy.

Sometimes making it even more sexually exciting, it was okay for us to fall in and out of character but not okay to be out of costume. Being out of costume would ruin who we portrayed to be. Being out of costume would just be me having nasty, illegal, and forbidden incestuous sex with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin. We all needed to remain in costume and in character while playing our roles to have consensual, incestuous sex without having the guilt and the remorse of having forbidden sex.

Staying in costume and in character, for the most part, allowed us to play our acting roles. As if we were actors on stage or on the big, silver screen while pretending that we really weren't having sex but just acting while roleplaying, we did things we'd never do when not in costume. In the way that Nicole Kidman had sex with Perry Wright played by Alexander Skarsgard in Big, Little Lies, I had sex with my sister.

'So, what? What's the big deal? The sex we have is consensual and we're all adults,' I thought. 'It's none of anyone's business what my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin does with me behind closed bedroom doors.'

I sucked my sister's tits while humping her. I felt and fondled her big breasts and fingered her nipples while fucking her. I slowed my humping to give my sister long, deep, wet kisses before returning to fucking her. Whereas, I wanted to make love to my sister, she didn't want to make love to me. All she wanted to do was to fuck me. Continuing to hump her harder and fuck her faster, I was determined to give her what she wanted, a sexual orgasm.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Don't stop, my Prince. Fuck me harder with your royal rod. Fuck my faster with your princely prick. Oh, God. Oh, God. I'm cumming, Michael, I'm cumming," said Donna.

* * *

It was Saturday night. With both of us dressed in our Halloween costumes, it was my night to sleep with my aunt dressed as a TWA pilot, her Captain, while she was dressed as a TWA stewardess. Something that she looked forward to all week, my aunt loved having sex, making love, and fucking me. Something that I looked forward to all week, I loved having sex, making love, and fucking my aunt.

"Captain," she said swooning as soon as I walked in her bedroom. "My Captain."

Having already seen one another practically naked but for our Halloween costumes, and already having had my big dick in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, I smiled at her formalness.

"Patricia," I said being overly familiar in not calling her Aunt Patricia.

Yet, why remain formally and respectfully polite of my aunt when I've already seen her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy beneath her costume? Tonight, she wasn't my aunt; she was my lover. Tonight, I wasn't her nephew; I was her young stud. Tonight, we weren't blood related relatives; we were lovers.

"Coffee, tea, or me," she said and was something she said every time we were alone together.

I never tired of hearing that line. Yet, not much of a choice, I liked my choices however. As if coffee, tea, or me was our signal, as soon as she said coffee, tea, or me, it was as if I needed to make a choice. Even though it was no contest and even though we both knew what I'd choose, as if I'd ever want coffee or tea over my aunt, it was my time to voice my choice. Yet, coffee, tea, or me, as if saying ready, set, go, was how she started our sexual time together.

I smiled at her again while stepping closer. I always smiled at my aunt. I couldn't help but smile while knowing that I was in her room to make love to her. She was more fun than my mother or my sister. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. She made me feel as if we were lovers instead of aunt and nephew. Even though she was twenty-years older than me, easily looking ten years younger, she looked so young.

"Being that I already had my coffee and don't like tea, I choose you," I said pointing at her while playing her sexy game. "I choose you over coffee and tea, even if I hadn't had my coffee and even if I liked tea," I said with a loving smile.

Not wasting time with any more teasing and/or small talk, I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to me as if she was my woman and I was her man. As soon as I kissed her, instead of resisting me or struggling to move away because she was my aunt and I was her nephew, and what we were about to do we shouldn't be doing, she returned my kiss. Whenever I held my aunt in my arms, she reminded me of holding my mother. With them the same height, weight, and body type, she felt much the same in my arms.

They could have been identical twin sisters. They looked much alike, walked alike, talked alike, laughed alike, and felt alike when holding them and kissing them. Yet, when I was in bed with my aunt, she was much different than being in bed with my mother. Even though there was only two years difference in their ages, my aunt felt younger. She acted younger. Where my mother was set in her ways, my aunt was always ready to try new things. As if she truly enjoyed her sexual time with me, my aunt laughed more than my mother.

My favorite thing to do, I loved making out with my aunt while feeling her through her clothes. Something that ran in the family, in the way that my mother had an incredible ass, my sister and aunt had incredible asses too. As much I loved feeling my mother's and sister's ass through their costumes, I loved feeling aunt's ass through her costume too. As much as I loved feeling my mother's and sister's breasts through their costumes and bras, I loved feeling my aunt's breasts through her costume and bra too. For a mature woman, she still had such an incredible body. For a mature woman, she was a lot of sexy fun.

In the way that I felt that I was making out with a real TWA stewardess, she made me feel that I was a real TWA pilot. Until she was sitting on top of me while riding my prick, she made me feel that I was her captain and her superior and she was my subordinate. Strangely enough, I felt that I was more doing something inappropriately wrong making out with a co-worker than I felt that I was more doing something inappropriately wrong by making out with my aunt.

As long as we were dressed in our Halloween costumes to inspire our imaginations and encourage our sexual fantasies, we were both able to suspend our realities in the way we do when watching a movie. As long as we continued wearing our Halloween costumes while staying in character, we both believed that we were someone else and with someone else. As if we were an actor and actress on a stage playing a role in an adult video, sexual movie, once we assumed our new identities, it made no difference that we were blood related.

Hard to believe but true, as long as we stayed in costume and in character, I more believed that I was having sex with an airline stewardess than I believed that I was having sex with my aunt. Even though I knew that I was having sex with my aunt, able to live the sexual fantasy, I more believed that I was her captain than her nephew. Working both ways, my aunt more believed that I was her captain than she believed that I was her sister's son.

* * *

Ready to have sex with my MILF of an aunt, as if I was her boyfriend and she was my girlfriend and we were on a date, I unbuttoned her jacket while kissing her. As soon as I had her jacket unbuttoned, I stared at her large breasts before feeling her big tits through her blouse and bra. Whether feeling her ass or her tits, it was so very sexually exciting to feel my aunt through her clothes while kissing her. Different than kissing and/or feeling my mother or sister, I loved kissing my aunt as much as I loved feeling my aunt.

In the way that it was difficult to wrap my head around having incestuous sex with my mother and sister, it was difficult to wrap my head around having incestuous sex with my aunt. Yet, as long as we remained in costume and in character, neither of us seemed to mind. If anything, more than just having sex with a stranger, we were both sexually excited having sex with one another. Oddly enough, even though I've had sex with my mother many times, not sure why, but it felt more incestuous having sex with my mother than it did having sex with my aunt.

Whenever I was sexually intimate with my mother, I felt as if I was doing something that was illegally forbidden, albeit so very sexually exciting. Conversely, whenever I was sexually intimate with my aunt, even though she was my mother's sister and we were having incestuous sex, I more felt as if I was having sex with an older woman. I felt more that we were having a sexual relationship than we were having incestuous sex.

Different from my mother, with kissing an important part of our lovemaking, my aunt loved making out. She loved kissing me as much as I loved kissing her. If I had to rate her kissing skills, she was the best kisser by far, better than my mother, my sister, and better than any woman I ever kissed. More romantic with her kisses, whenever I kissed Aunt Patricia, as if I didn't know where I was and/or who I was with, she blanked my mind. Kissing my aunt was the closest thing that I ever came to imagining the peaceful experience of being in Heaven and making out with an angel.

French kissing her while feeling her through her clothes was so very sexually exciting. I loved touching and feeling her everywhere while knowing deep down that she was my aunt and not my stewardess. Still, roleplaying her demonstrative captain while she was my sexy stewardess was a sexual fantasy that I never tired of doing and one that I never could have imagined. These costumed roleplaying scenarios were all my mother's, sister's, aunt's, and cousin's sexual fantasies. Willing to play along for the sex, I went along while enjoying the incestuous ride.

Now that her jacket was unbuttoned, wanting to enjoy the show, as if unbuttoning her it for the first time, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her white, C cup, front snapping bra. I was glad that my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin all wore front snapping bras. It was important to leave their Halloween costumes on to remain in character and roleplay while having sex. Not wanting to ruin the sexual fantasy of believing that we were someone else with someone else by being out of costume and out of character, we needed that deception to have forbidden sex with one another. Roleplaying was what we needed to do to continue the sexual fantasy.

As soon as I felt her big tits through her bra while kissing her, she felt my erection through my pants while kissing me. Obviously, my aunt enjoyed feeling my cock through my uniform pants as much as I enjoyed feeling her bra clad breasts beneath her stewardess uniform. I moved her to the bed so that we could get more comfortable. It was one thing to stand while kissing my aunt but something more sexually exciting to be lying beside her while kissing her. Now, with her lying beside me, we continuing making out as if we were horny teenagers.

Always as exciting as the first time seeing my aunt's naked breasts, I unhooked her front snapping bra. In the way that my mother and sister had shapely breasts, my aunt had shapely breasts too. In the way that I loved my mother's and sister's big tits, I loved my aunt's big tits, too. It was so sexually exciting to feel her naked tits while kissing her. In the way that my mother and sister loved having their nipples fingered, my aunt loved having her nipples fingered too. My sexual fantasy come true, I loved feeling my aunt's tits while fingering her nipples and kissing her.

Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, my favorite part was sucking her hard, erect nipples. As soon as I sucked her nipples, I moved my hand along her shapely thighs. As if I was stealing third base from second base when I already knew that I'd be heading home and scoring, I moved my hand all the way up between my aunt's legs. As sexually exciting as it was to feel her tits through her bra, it was even more sexually exciting to feel her pussy through her panties.

I loved my aunt's pussy. I love fingering and cupping her pussy through her panties. I loved eating her cunt as much as I loved fucking her cunt but tonight was for making love and not for having oral sex. Tonight, I was going to make love to my aunt as if she was my girlfriend, my lover, or my wife.

Pushing her panties aside with my finger, I impaled my aunt's pussy with my fingertip. I rubbed her clit and finger fucked my aunt while sucking her nipples. Already ready for me to mount her, she was already wet. I stood and removed my pilot's pants and briefs but, needing to stay in costume to continue my roleplay, I left everything else on except for my pilot's hat.

Part of her sexual fantasy was for her to believe that she was having sex with a real, TWA pilot, rather than with her nephew. Even though I pretended that it was, my sexual fantasy was not as much that I was having sex with a pretend TWA stewardess but that I was having incestuous sex with my aunt. Honestly, I didn't care who I needed to dress as, as long as I was having sex with my aunt. I couldn't count how many times I masturbated over my aunt while imagining her naked and having sex with me. Now, here she was nearly naked and having sex with me.

Truthfully, I preferred dressing as a pilot when pretending with my aunt than I did when pretending that I was Prince Charming with my sister. Pretending that I was a doctor with my mother was fun. My mother made for a sexy nurse. Yet, whatever it took to have sex with my mother, my sister, and now my aunt, I gladly did. If all it took for me to fuck my mother, my sister, and my aunt was to roleplay while being in costume, I was down with that.

* * *

Once that I was naked below the waist, I slowly removed my aunt's panties as if unveiling a work of art. She had such a firm and shapely ass. As much as I loved my mother's and sister's asses, I loved my aunt's ass even more. Different from my mother's cunt, my aunt shaved her pussy. She wasn't shaved the first time that I had sex with her but as if taking a lesson from her daughter, her pussy was shaved now. Her shaved pussy made her look more like a young virgin than it made her look like a mature, 42-year-old woman.

As soon as I mounted my aunt, she reached down for me. When she inserted me in her warm, wet pussy, I felt that having sexual intercourse with my mother's kid sister was meant to be. Again, different from the forbidden sensation that I received when having sex with my mother and/or my sister, I felt as if my cock belonged in my aunt's cunt. Odd for me to say and for me to feel that way but, if I could marry my aunt, I would.

I loved my aunt. I totally loved her. As much as I loved having sexual intercourse with my mother and my sister, for some reason, I loved having sexual intercourse with my aunt even more. In the way that I wished I could have sex with my mother, my sister, and my cousin every day, twice a day, I'd love to have sex with my aunt every day, twice a day.

I loved how she felt in my arms. I loved kissing her. I loved hearing her laugh. I loved looking in her big, brown eyes before kissing her. I loved making love to her instead of fucking her in the way that I fucked my mother and my sister. I loved how I felt being inside of her. I loved the faces she made and the sexy, sexual sounds she made when she had a sexual orgasm. I loved how she hugged me and held me as if I was her man and she was my woman.

Not just having sex with me but making me feel loved, wanted, needed, and desired, my aunt was definitely more loving than my mother and sister. She obviously loved me as much as I loved her. In the way that I sometimes imagined running away with my aunt, I never imagined running away with my mother, sister, or my cousin. Yet, the thought of running away with my aunt was as different as having weekly sex with my mother, sister, and cousin. Even though I loved my aunt, having to forsake my mother, sister, and cousin for my aunt, I couldn't leave them behind.

As soon as I started humping Patricia, she returned my humps. Different from my mother or sister, my aunt preferred making love first before fucking. Again, different from my mother, sister, or my cousin, after we made love and started fucking, my aunt enjoyed being on top. I loved her fucking me as much as I loved fucking her.

Not ashamed to admit it, as much as I loved fucking my aunt in the missionary position, I loved my aunt being on top too. I loved watching her big tits bouncing up and down and swaying side-to-side as she fucked me harder and faster and I fucked and humped her harder and faster. Then, once she was done riding me, I'd roll her over and fuck her in the missionary position again.

Even though I loved fucking her hard, fast, and deep, I preferred making love to her. Even though she loved fucking me hard, fast, and deep, she preferred making love to me. In the way that my mother, my sister, and my cousin would rather fuck, my aunt and I would rather make love. Seemingly, we had more of a love affair than we had an incestuous, sexual affair. Preferring to pretend that my aunt was my wife, I preferred pretending that we were married.

Fucking her faster, I fucked her harder. Fucking her harder, I fucked her deeper. I enjoyed being more in a synchronized rhythm with my aunt than I did with my mother, sister, and cousin. As if we were one, everything we did was on the same sexual page. It was as if she was thinking what I was thinking. It was as if we always wanted the same sexual thing at the same time that I wanted. Fucking her faster, I fucked her harder. Fucking her harder, I fucked her deeper. I continued fucking my aunt until she was ready to cum.

"Captain. O my Captain. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Captain. Your stewardess is cumming, Captain. Your aunt is cumming, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me deeper. Make me cum. Give me a sexual orgasm with your big, hard prick," she said and was all that she said before falling silent and collapsing in her bed in orgasmic afterglow.

* * *

It was Monday night, my turn to have sex with my cousin, Emily. Something that I looked forward to every week, I enjoyed having sex with my cousin as much as I enjoyed having sex with my mother, my sister, and my aunt. Totally different from having sex with my mother, my sister, and my aunt, my cousin Emily was outrageous. A self-professed whore, my cousin Emily was wild.

Making no apologies to no one, she loved being a whore. Making no apologies to no one, she enjoyed having sex with me as much as I enjoyed having sex with her. Emily didn't even need to wear a costume or to roleplay and/or to stay in character to have sex with me but she did, and following her lead, I did too. Better than my mother, my sister, and my aunt, Emily gave me the best fuck in my life.

In the way that my mother and aunt were MILFs and in the way that my sister was a sexy bitch, my cousin Emily was a dirty whore. Now I don't mean that she was a whore in a bad way but in a good way. Out in the open about her sexual promiscuity, not embarrassed or ashamed of who she was and how many men she fucked, her being a whore was what I liked about her and what she liked about herself. Where other women hide the fact that they're sluts, bimbos, and/or whores, that wasn't the case with my cousin Emily. It was freeing to have her whoredom out in the open.

Even though my sister was a whore too, my sister went out of her way to hide that she was a whore by acting embarrassed and morally modest while playing the eternal virgin. What invariably gave my sister away that she was a whore was that she loved talking dirty. Good girls don't talk dirty in the way that my sister loved talking dirty. Even though my mother and aunt were whores too, incestuous whores to boot, unlike my sister and cousin, when in public they behaved and acted like well-mannered ladies. No one would ever guess that they were whores, especially incestuous whores.

Again, different from my mother, my aunt, and my sister, there were no games and/or no pretenses with Emily. She knew she was a whore. She enjoyed being a whore. She was proud of being a whore. Again, different from my mother, my aunt, and my sister, my cousin Emily loved sex, the more the better. She loved fucking cocks as much as she loved sucking cocks.

Emily, God bless her heart, was the type of woman who'd have sex with almost anyone at any time. If her father was still in the picture, no doubt, she'd already be having sex with him. If she had a brother, she'd be having sex with him too. Fortunately for me, with me her cousin, she readily had sex with me.

'Thank you, Jesus,' I thought whenever having sex with my cousin.

Emily missed her calling. She should be working as a high-class call girl. She should be making money pleasuring men while having sex. I could see her working at one of those legal whorehouses in Vegas or in Reno, Nevada. I could see her spending her nights and weekends in an expensive hotel. Being that she had a great body, I could see her working as a stripper.

In the way that she knows what she wants and instinctively knows what her sexual partner wants too, she'd even make a good madam. Actually, I could see my cousin as a ball busting Dominatrix. She loved bossing men around while sexually teasing them before controlling them with sex. The perfect occupation for her, she'd love chaining men to a wall while whipping them. Obvious to me now, hot and cold as it was sweet and sour, as much as she loved men, she hated them too.

Actually, she was the one responsible for starting this weekly fuck fest with my mother, my sister, my aunt and me. Before my cousin Emily fucked me, my mother, my sister, and my aunt would only blow me. In the way that some women would rather suck a man on a first date than to French kiss him, for some convoluted reason, my mother, sister, and aunt believed that sexual intercourse was deemed incestuous sex while giving me a hand job and/or a blowjob wasn't. Making no sense, go figure.

Then, after they heard the good time that Emily had while being fucked by me, they wanted me to fuck them too. It took Emily to show them what they were missing by not allowing me to fuck them. It took my whore of a cousin, Emily, to show her mother, Patricia, her aunt, Christine, and her cousin, Donna, that since they already blew me and allowed me to cum in their mouths, they already had incestuous sex with me. Ergo, why not fuck me too?

Extrapolating that logic with the premise that they should fuck me, since they've already had my cock in their hands and mouths, and already had incestuous sex with me by allowing me to finger and/or lick their pussies, why not fuck me too? Now, with one thing leading to another thing, I have sexual intercourse with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin once a week, every week. Actually, if it was up to my cousin, I'd be having incestuous sex with her every day, multiple times a day. She gives nymphomania a new meaning. I wondered if I searched nymphomaniac online if I'd see a photo of my cousin.

Today, Monday, was my turn to be with Emily. Wednesday I'd be having sex with my mother, Friday with my sister, Sunday with my aunt, and then next Tuesday, I'd be having sex with Emily again. Even though I love having sex with my cousin, I'm not embarrassed to admit that sometimes she scares me. Too sexually aggressive, as if pressuring me to perform and pressuring me to give her a sexual orgasm, she makes me feel nervous. God forbid if I don't give her what she wants and needs, a sexual orgasm.

With my cousin more of a sexual and incestuous freak, unlike my mother, my sister, and my aunt, even though she didn't really need to be forced to have sex, she enjoyed being forced to have sex. I suspect that she'd enjoy being slapped around. Actually, it didn't take much to force her to have sex with me. She obviously wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck her. Yet, she obviously needed that sexual pressure to feel as if she was being taken sexually advantage of instead of being made to feel like the whore that she was.

Obviously, she wanted to feel what it was like to feel submissive and to submit to a man's will. To be honest, my cousin may be too much for me. In the way that my aunt enjoys making love, I prefer making love than fucking. Only, in the way that my mother and sister love to fuck and to be fucked, my cousin took fucking to an extreme level of sexual debauchery.

* * *

"Romeo," she said reaching for me as soon as I entered her bedroom dressed as Romeo, her lover.

I smiled at my cousin knowing that even though it was sexually exciting to fuck my mother, my sister, and my aunt, I'd be having the best sex with my cousin Emily tonight. Instead of going once or twice, this broad could go all night. She'd probably be her best at a bachelor's party while being stripped naked, slapped around, and gangbanged.

"Juliet," I said staying in character while playing my role as Romeo.

With her dressed as Shakespeare's Juliet, she was immorally and immodestly showing a lot of her big breasts to me, her blood related cousin. As if she was a barroom wench of old, her tits were practically spilling out of her blouse and bra. With her blouse perched on the sides of her shoulders instead of on top of her shoulders, she enjoyed exposing the tops of her big tits and her long, line of sexy cleavage. Even though her breasts were the same size as my mother's, sister's, and aunt's breasts, in the way that she wore her top and filled out her blouse, Emily's tits looked much bigger.

With me wearing my Romeo costume, I felt as foolish playing Romeo with my cousin dressed as Juliet as I did playing Prince Charming with my sister dressed as Cinderella. Yet, the reward of having sex with my cousin was worth the effort and embarrassment as being dressed as Romeo. In order for me to have sex with my cousin, I conceded by wearing this Halloween costume while roleplaying the part of Romeo. Once I was in bed with Emily and fucking her, it wouldn't matter if I was dressed as a clown or as a gorilla, as long as I was having sex with my cousin.

* * *

Instead of having to kiss her, my cousin kissed me. Accustomed to having to make all the sexual moves with my mother, my sister, and my aunt, as if she was the horny man, Emily made all the sexual moves with me. It was refreshing being with a whore. It was sexually exciting being with a woman who enjoyed sex as much as I did. Different than being with a prostitute who more wanted money than she wanted sex, my cousin more wanted sex than anything else.

"Take off your pants and fuck me," she said. "I need a good fuck. I'm so fucking horny listening to you fucking my aunt, my cousin, and my mother," she said fingering her already erect nipples through her blouse and bra. "I've been waiting all week for this."

As if she was my Dominatrix instead of my sexy, whore of a cousin, I immediately obeyed. Afraid to disappoint her, as if I was paying her for her time to have sex with me, she always made me feel pressured to perform. The last thing that I wanted to do was to disappoint my cousin when in bed with her. The last thing that I wanted to do was not to sexually satisfy her.

Forget about my sexual satisfaction, the last thing that I wanted to do was not to give my cousin a sexual orgasm with my cock. It was as important to me as it was obviously important to her for me to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. Fearing that she'd no longer wanted to have sexual intercourse if I didn't sexual please her and orgasmic pleasure her, I took more sexual care with her than I did with my mother, my sister, and/or my aunt. Obviously, someone as sexually experienced as my cousin was harder to sexually please.

I quickly removed my pants and underwear. I was proud to show my cousin that I already had an erection. Yet, something she always had done before, instead of taking me in her mouth, she took me in her hand and pulled me to her bed by my stiff prick. Once on the bed with me, she lifted her skirt to exposed her shaved pussy.

Like mother like daughter, my aunt Patricia, recently shaved her pussy to match her daughter's pussy. Now my cousin Emily and my aunt Patricia both had shaved pussies. If I had to choose, I preferred my sister's trimmed pussy to my mother's bushy pussy and to my aunt and cousin's shaved cunts. My mother and sister looked more like women with their bushy and trimmed pubic hair than they looked like little girls.

Yet, no matter. Once my prick was inside them, I couldn't tell if their pussies were bushy, trimmed, or shaved. The difference showed up when I was eating them. Instead of getting a mouthful of public hair when eating my mother and having to go through a tuft of pubic hair when licking my sister, my aunt's and cousin's pussies were as soft and as smooth as a suede.

The only time their shaved pussies bothered me was when they started to let it grow back. As if they were growing an itchy beard, I didn't like the feeling of rubbing my face against their prickly skin. If they were going to shave it, then keep it shaved or grow it back. My favorite was when they got a Brazilian wax. So smooth and so soft, I loved eating their pussies then.

Instead of my cousin allowing me to mount her, she mounted me. Usually wanting to be forced to have sex, tonight, she obviously wanted to be in control. Tonight, she obviously wanted to fuck me instead of being fucked. Tonight, she obviously wanted to sit on top of my cock while bouncing her big tits. Yet, whether she wanted me to force her to have sex or if she wanted to control us having sex, it was always something different whenever we had sex. In the way that it sometimes is with my mother, sister, and aunt, having sex with my cousin was never the boring same.

Seemingly, just as my mother and sister felt more comfortable fucking me when they knew what to expect, my aunt felt more comfortable making love to me instead of fucking me or just having sex for the sake of having sex. Emily was different. As if a game she played, she wanted to not only cum but also, she wanted to have a better orgasm each time. As if maintaining score by keeping track of the sensation of her sexual orgasms in her head, she somehow knew how to make each sexual orgasm not only last longer but also how to make them better.

It wouldn't surprise me if my cousin, an avid reader, read every book on sexual orgasms, such as Barbara Keeling's Super Sexual Orgasm and How to Make Love All Night. Just as she read the Woman's Book of Orgasm: A Guide to the Ultimate Sexual Pleasure by Tara Barker, she read Tantric Orgasm for Women by Diana Richardson. Part of her sexual library was Amy Cooper's, The Everything Orgasmic Book, Becoming Cliterate by Laurie B. Mintz, Female Ejaculation and the G-Spot: Not Your Mother's Orgasm Book. Yet, with Emily's mother, Patricia, as sexual as she was her daughter, the later book could be my aunt's book too.

My cousin rode me as if she was busting a wild horse. Then, turning the sexual table on her, I rolled her over and forced her arms to the bed by holding her firmly by her wrists. As if forcing her to fuck me, which I never had to do, I fucked her hard and fast. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. I continued fucking her until she was on the verge of having a sexual orgasm.

Whenever she complained that I was hurting her, my signal that I wasn't, I fucked her even harder and faster. With her returning my hard, fast humps, I fucked my cousin as hard and as fast as she wanted me to fuck her. Whereas, I was able to get my mother, my sister, and my aunt to cum within just a few minutes, my cousin wanted to have marathon sex. Most times, it took her an hour of hard fucking to cum. Sometimes it took her 2 hours of sweaty humping to finally get her to scream her sexual pleasure.

I don't know how she was able to do it but she withheld her orgasm. Even though fucking my cousin was enjoyable, it was exhausting. After half an hour of fucking her, I couldn't wait until she said that she was cumming. After an hour of fucking her, ready to give up, she finally showed signs of cumming.

'God help me. This woman is sexually insatiable,' I thought while continuing to hump her harder and faster.

Just when I was about to stop, she gave alive. As if melting in my arms, she was finally on the verge of cumming.

'Thank you, Jesus,' I thought.

As if we were making a baby, God forbid, she smiled up at me while I smiled down at her.

"Romeo. Oh, Romeo. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Stick your big prick deeper. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me."

Finally getting her off, I was glad that I'd have a week to recover from fucking Emily.

* * *

My name is Michael and I like wearing costumes, especially Halloween costumes. I was never keen on Halloween and/or on wearing costumes until something bizarre happened to me more than four-years-ago. Now, my favorite time of year, I love Halloween and enjoy dressing up in costume.

Yet, always confounding me, whenever I tried deciding which costume to wear for Halloween, I thought of all the costumes that people wear every day. Without any of us realizing it, not just on Halloween, so very many people are dressed in costume daily. Moreover, when hiding behind their costumes, as if their costumes are who they are and/or who they've become, most of us are unable to see past their costumes. Consequently, we have no idea who people are that we see and take for granted every day.

As if they're wearing masks, everyone who wears uniforms hides behind their costume. We think of them as who they portray to be while being disguised in costume. Some may think what people wear to work are not costumes but uniforms. Yet, whether calling it costumes or uniforms, in the way that what they're wearing changes their personalities, they are indeed wearing costumes. Most times, once we see their costume, as if they're wearing masks, we don't even take the time to look behind the uniform and to see the person. We judge them by who we think they are.

"Cop. Pig. Priest! Pervert. Child molester." We identify people by what they're wearing. As if constantly judging books by their covers, what people where gives us clues to who we think they are.

Accepted norms that are part of our everyday life, there are lots of uniforms that we may not deem are costumes. Businessmen, businesswomen, lawyers, politicians, and government officials wear suits as their costumes. Judges wear long, black robes. Police officers, firemen, and U. S. postal employees wear uniforms that could be perceived as costumes, especially when we dress up like them for Halloween. Priests and nuns wear elaborate costumes as part of their religious rites and rituals. Even though the Son of Jesus Christ wore only a long, off-white robe, God never wore such an elaborate costume as do the grandiose bishops, cardinals, and popes.

The military, the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Coast Guard are all resplendently dressed in uniforms that could be perceived as costumes. Doctors are dressed in their starched white, lab coats and the nurses wear sexy outfits and colorful scrubs. Repairmen, whether gas, electric, cable, home repair, or auto repair all have their own costumes that include a name patch to help identify one from the other. Then, there are the costumes that fast food workers must wear for McDonalds, Burger King, Wendy's, Kentucky Fried chicken, Subway, Dunkin Donuts, Starbucks, Pizza Hut, Panera Bread, Domino's Pizza, or Jack in the Box.

My point is, giving us false impressions as to who they are, as if they're in disguise, we're surrounded by people wearing costumes every day. Even brides, grooms, and members of their wedding party are all in costume. Those attending a funeral, usually dressed in all black, are in costume just as those dressed in their best clothes on Easter Sunday or marching in a parade are wearing costumes too. With so many people hiding behind what they wear, seemingly, every day is a masquerade party. Seemingly, every day is Halloween. Seemingly, everyone is hiding behind a mask.

Actors, actresses, singers, and dancers wear costumes to perform their roles on stage and on screen. There are even costume designers. Just as actors and actresses receive Oscars for their roles, costume designers receive Oscars for designing the best costumes. People wearing costumes are everywhere.

Costumes and uniforms are such an integral part of our everyday life that most times we don't even notice them. Imagine how different life would be if everyone walked around wearing the same clothes as they do in North Korea. What if men wore bathrobes over their pajamas and women wore bathrobes over their nightgowns in public, weather permitting, of course. How would we ever define and identify them then?

"911. What's your emergency?"

"I've been robbed," said the man on the phone.

"Can you describe who robbed you?"

"Yes, it was a man and a woman. The man was dressed in blue pajamas with a blue robe and the woman was dressed in a pink robe over a pink nightgown," said the man.

"Well that narrows it down," smirked the 911 operator.

Think about it. Other than a comedian preforming on stage, have you ever seen a clown without a costume? What's the first thing that a bank robber does? He wears a costume, otherwise known as a disguise. In the way that people hide themselves behind masks, whether real or imagined, they hide their real selves when wearing costumes.

Batman, Superman, Spider-man, Captain America, Iron Man, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Daredevil, Aquaman, Hulk, the Green Arrow, and even the Lone Ranger all wore costumes as their disguise. Yet, who are these people behind their masks and beneath their uniforms, costumes, and disguises? Do we know? We don't know. We have no idea. Clark Kent couldn't be any different than his alter ego, Superman, just as Bruce Wayne couldn't be any different from his alter ego, Batman. People hide who they are by wearing costumes every day.

Interestingly enough, I've noticed that people will do the most bizarre things when in costume. Firemen run into burning buildings. Police officers chase criminals. Postal workers deliver mail no matter the weather. Judges judge and priests preach, seemingly everyone does what they love to do while wearing a costume.

As if it's not them and costumes are their excuses to do anything from robbing a bank, to acting like a clown, to saving people, to having sex, costumes are responsible for people's strange behaviors. As if hiding behind a costume is their justification, people do bizarre things while in costume. This story is about the latter, having sex, then it is about any of the former reasons why people wear costumes.

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Halloween is the day officially designated for dress-up, make-believe, and for wearing a costume. Other than the uniforms that people wear to work, Halloween is the day that most people wear costumes. From children dressing in costume to collect candy to adults dressing in costumes to attend Halloween and masquerade parties. Then, there are those swingers' functions where swingers dress in costume to have sex with strangers. This is a Halloween story about costumes, specifically about Halloween costumes that my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin wore and the incestuous things they did when in costume.

This true story first took place four-years-ago when I was 22-years-old and living with my 44-year-old mother, Christine, and my 24-year-old sister, Donna. I was suddenly the man of the house after my father took off and never returned with a waitress he met while long-distance trucking in North Dakota. Shortly thereafter, my 42-year-old aunt, Patricia, and her 23-year-old daughter, Emily, moved in with us after my aunt divorced her husband for cheating on her.

More of a nightmare than it was a sexual fantasy, I lived in a three-bedroom house with four women and one bathroom. Hopefully, lucky for me, I thought that, maybe now, I could see something of my mother, my sister, my aunt, and/or my cousin that I was forbidden to see and shouldn't see. Unfortunately, unlucky for me, other than a few up-skirts flashes and down-blouses peeks, I hardly saw anything, no naked tits, no naked asses, and no naked pussies.

Fortunately, lucky for me, I had my own bedroom, my masturbation haven where I masturbated over imagining my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin naked and having sex with them. Unfortunately, unlucky for me, I always had to wait to use the bathroom. God help me, if it wasn't my mother hogging the bathroom, then my sister, my aunt, or my cousin were doing something in the bathroom with the door closed and locked.

"Please?" Knock, knock, knock. "C'mon." Knock, knock, knock. "I really have to pee."

Constantly horny, I'd be lying if I said that I never tried to see my mother, my sister, my aunt, and/or my cousin in their panties and bras, topless, or naked. If only for fodder for my masturbation sessions, I continually tried to see whatever I could see of any of them, all of them, every day. Sexually frustrated, I'd be lying if I said that I never deliberately exposed myself to my mother, my sister, my aunt, and/or my cousin. I flashed my penis to my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin many times while making my cock flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate.

"Oops, sorry. Please knock the next time," I said while standing in my room naked and expecting my mother, my sister, my aunt, or my cousin to open my bedroom door without knocking.

Planned in advance, I acted as if I didn't know my mother, my sister, my aunt, or my cousin would open my bedroom door without knocking while carrying up my folded load of laundry in time to catch me naked. Whether deliberately dropping my towel after showering or arranging for my flaccid or erect cock to appear from my pajama pee hole, I was always showing them what I wanted them to see of me. Masturbating over it all later, it was sexually exciting to flash my mother, sister, aunt, and cousin.

Something they never did and obviously would never do, I only wished they'd flash me. It was fun to see their surprised looks and their awkward reaction to seeing my exposed prick. Blessed and cursed with a household full of sexy women, even allowing them to catch me masturbating more than once, I was as much of an exhibitionist as I was a voyeur. I only wished that they were exhibitionists too.

I perversely and incestuously continued flashing them my flaccid and/or erect cock. Hoping that they'd return the favor and show me what I wanted to see of them and hopefully wanted me to see of them, they never flashed me any part of their beautiful, naked bodies. I masturbated every day, multiple times a day, over all that they saw of me and all that I imagined seeing of them. Other than seeing a few up-skirt flashes of their panties and down-blouse peeks of cleavage and bras, I was unsuccessful in seeing any part of the bodies of the women who lived with me.

As if they knew that I was peeping, spying, and looking to see what I could see of their sexy and shapely bodies, their built-in radar discouraged their exhibitionism and thwarted my voyeurism. Sexually frustrated while living with four sexy, beautiful women was any testosterone filled, young man's dream. A masturbating cum machine, I continually masturbated my sexual frustration every day, multiple times a day, while living with these four women. Always horny, I considered installing pinhole cameras in their bedrooms and in the bathroom but, making me feel too much like the incestuous pervert that I obviously was, I never did.

Ready to give up, it wasn't until I realized that something strange happened when I was wearing my Halloween costume and my mother, sister, aunt, and cousin were wearing their Halloween costumes too. Just as there's something mystical about Halloween and something magical about Halloween costumes, there's something so bizarrely sexual about wearing Halloween costumes on Halloween, too. I can't explain it and call me crazy but, from my personal experiences, even if they're blood related, especially if they're blood related, women become aggressively horny and overtly sexual when wearing Halloween costumes.

'Go figure,' I thought while scratching my head over all that happened to me over a four-year period when my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin were wearing their Halloween costumes.

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The story first started with my mother four-years-ago and continued with my sister three-years-ago. Oddly enough, the same bizarre thing that happened with my mother and sister, happened again with my aunt two-years-ago and my cousin last year. The only explanation that I could think of why they'd have sex with me were their Halloween costumes. As if they were in disguise while pretending to be someone else, Halloween costumes were the key and the one common denominator to my incestuous, sexual successes with my mother, my sister, my aunt, and my cousin.

As tall as they were shapely back then, my Mom and aunt were MILFs and still are MILFs. They both have shoulder length, brown hair, beautiful, brown eyes, and C cup breasts. My sister and cousin looked much like younger versions of their mothers then as they still do now. If I had to pick which one I'd want to continue to have sex with, I'd have a difficult time choosing. I'd want to have sex with all four of them, something that I eventually did over four years while, you guess it, they were wearing their Halloween costume. This is an unbelievable but true story.

Four-years-ago, I overheard my mother, Christine, talking to her sister, Patricia. I was upstairs in the hall about to come downstairs but lingered where I was to listen to their conversation. My Mom was telling her sister that she was invited to and was attending a Halloween, costume party.

"I'm going to the party dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse," said my mother to her sister with a laugh.

'A sexy, X-rated nurse? My Mom would make for a good, sexy, X-rated nurse,' I thought. 'I'd love to see my mother dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse.'

Allowing my imagination to run away with me while my hand was stroking my stiff prick, I imagined my mother wearing a low-cut, short nurse's costume. I imagined my Mom as my sexy, X-rated nurse while giving me a sponge bath. I imagined my mother's big breasts practically spilling out of her uniform and her getting soap bubbles all over the tops of her big breasts and down her long, line of cleavage. I imagined pulling my mother in the bathtub with me. Getting her all wet, I imagined her getting me all clean.

"I always wanted to be a nurse," said my aunt but, as you know, I got pregnant with Emily and that interrupted my education plans.

Curious to see the nurse's costume that my mother chose to wear, I could only imagine the sexy, X-rated nurse's costume my mother would wear for her Halloween party. Allowing my imagination to run wild and get the better of me, it sexually excited me to think of my mother dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse. Actually, nurses' uniforms aren't very sexy but short and low-cut nurses' Halloween costumes are very sexy.

'How hot would that be to see my Mom dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse,' I thought? 'How hot to see something of my mother that I've always hoped to see but have never seen.'

Even though I wasn't invited to attend the Halloween party with my mother, just for laughs, on the slim chance that she'd invite me to attend the Halloween party with her, I dressed as a doctor to surprise her. All I needed to dress as a doctor was a long, starched white, lab coat, a name tag that read, Dr. Michael, that I made with my label maker, and a statoscope that I bought at the second-hand store. Hours before she was to leave for the Halloween party, my Mom was in her bedroom with her door closed as if she was having a private, dress rehearsal to see how she'd look in her X-rated nurse's costume.

'I'm so sexually excited to see my mother dressed as an X-rated nurse,' I thought to myself while standing outside of her bedroom door.

Listening at her bedroom door, I waited before barging in her room without knocking and appearing in her room dressed as a doctor. I was hoping to catch my mother in her panties and bra. I was hoping to catch her topless. I was hoping to catch her naked. Alas, she was already dressed in her sexy, X-rated, nurse's costume.

'How hot would that be to see my mother in her bra and panties?' I could only imagine. 'How hot would that be to see my mother topless? I'd love nothing more than to see her naked breasts. How hot would that be to see my mother naked? I'd love to not only see her naked breasts but also her naked pussy and her naked ass,' I thought before barging in her bedroom unannounced.

With my hand holding her bedroom door knob, I was so nervous. Listening again, I couldn't tell if she was dressing or undressing. I wondered what she was doing. I hoped she was standing there in her bra and panties. I'd love to see my mother in her panties and bra. I hoped she was standing there topless. I've love to see her big, naked breasts. I hoped she was standing there naked. I'd love to see my mother's naked ass, tits, and pussy.

"Nurse. Nurse. Where are you? I need your help," I said quickly opening her bedroom door without knocking and walking in her bedroom as if she was my wife and I was her husband. "Nurse. Nurse."

As soon as I saw her, she was a sexy, sexual vision. As soon as I saw her, she gave me an erection. As soon as I saw her, I imagined removing her nurse's costume and stripping my mother naked. As soon as I saw my Mom dressed as an X-rated nurse, I wanted to have sex with her.

I was hoping beyond hope to catch my mother dressing. I was hoping to see more of her than I've ever seen of her before. I was hoping that my sexual, incestuous fantasies would come true of seeing some part of my mother's naked body that I've never seen before. At the very least, I was hoping to see some part of my mother so that I could masturbate over whatever I saw later.

Unfortunately, denied seeing my mother's underwear clad, topless, or naked body, she was already wearing her nurse's, X-rated Halloween costume. Yet, her nurse's costume was low-cut enough to show her long, line of sexy cleavage and was short enough to show her shapely thighs. As soon as I saw her dressed in her X-rated, nurse's costume, I gave her a lustful look and a lascivious smile. As if reciprocating my sexual interest and something my modestly moral mother had never given me before, as soon as she saw me dressed in my doctor's costume, she gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"Michael," she said with a laugh while giving me the eye as if I was her doctor and she was my nurse. "Where'd you get that costume?" She laughed while giving me a sexy smile and a naughty look again. "I love it. You look like a real doctor. You look like a young, handsome, soap opera doctor on General Hospital," she said giving me the once over again as if I was standing before her naked.

Undressing her with my horny eyes, I stared at my mother in the way that she stared at me. Showing more of her big breasts than I've ever seen before, her nurse's costume was indeed sexy. I stared at her long, line of sexy cleavage that commanded my attention of her partially unzipped uniform. With her short uniform stopping at mid-thigh, I stared at her long, shapely legs. As if she was a dark-haired version of "Hot Lips" Houlihan played by Loretta Swit in M*A*S*H, I felt my cock erecting its approval to how hot my mother looked dressed as a sexy, X-rated nurse.