Mother's Halloween Trick Treats Son

bySusanJillParker©

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It takes a Halloween swingers' dance to finally bring mother and son together.

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After graduating college and unable to find a job to support himself, Christopher, a video game, wannabe entrepreneur was invited to return home to live with his recently divorced mother. Having already paid for his college and bought him a used car, his mother volunteered her continued support by offering to clothe, feed, and shelter him. Always having been sexually attracted to his mother since forever, now with his father out of the picture, his chance to live alone with his MILF of a mother was an offer that he couldn't refuse.

With his raging hormones controlling both his brains, he was always eager to play some sexy games of voyeurism and exhibitionism with his mother. Maybe while living alone with her and without his dad there to ruin things, he'd finally see her in her bra, in her panty, or naked. Maybe, just as his friend's mother did, she'd accidentally on purpose drop her towel after her shower and flash him her naked body. Maybe, if he felt horny enough and the moment was right enough, he'd flash her his cock to see her reaction. Would she look, would she stare, or would she look away? Or, being that they were from the same gene pool, would she'd be just as horny and just as sexually attracted to him as he was to her? Would she reach out and touch him and stroke him before falling to her knees to suck him. Even if nothing else happened, having sex with his mother was a sexual fantasy that he masturbated to over and again.

"I still have the big house after divorcing your father Christopher. You could return home to live with me and live in your old room while working on the creation of your video game business," said Elizabeth. "You'd be helping me as much as I'd be helping you," she said with a motherly smile.

"Mom," he said mildly protesting, "I can't live back home." He looked at her with feigned sadness and disappointment.

"Why not?" She looked at him with kindness, motherly affection, and love.

A woman who seldom showed her emotions, calm, deliberate, analytical, and always on her toes, she's been trained to maintain a poker face. Only, aggressively ambitious, a formidable force and a close to the vest player, whatever game anyone played with her, they'd lose. Perhaps because he was her son and not her mission's target, she looked genuinely disappointed that he may not accept her invitation to live with her. Yet, if anyone was to read her face, they'd misread her look as a mother's love for her son instead of a mother's lust for her son. Just as he's been sexually attracted to her since forever, she's been sexually attracted to him since he became of legal age four, long, and sexually frustrating years ago while he was away at college. Had he not left to attend college, they may have already done something incestuously sexual that they'd regret. Besides, always accepting another mission and forever traveling, she was never home.

"Seriously Mom, what girl would date me, once I tell them that I'm still living at home with my mother? They'd think me a loser. They'd think me a Mama's boy," he said looking at her with desire. "They'd think me gay."

"Don't be silly Christopher," she said pausing to give him a sexy look as if she was hitting on him in a bar. "Why would you want a girl," she said putting her hand on her hip and striking a sexy pose, "when you have a woman like me?" Serious in her comment, she didn't laugh but he laughed nervously when the look she gave him undressed him with her eyes and seduced him as if was standing there naked.

Elizabeth has always been difficult to read. A deep thinker, a strategic plotter, and an every angle planner, by not wearing her emotions on her sleeve, no one ever sees her coming. Giving men one look when she meant something else entirely was how she's been so successful at staying alive. Having worked undercover too long and missing out on so much of her personal life, she hoped to recapture all that she lost with her son. With her maturity stunted by her Hollywood esque occupation and in never feeling her age by all the daring things she's done, she preferred the younger men to those men closer to her 48-year-old age. Only those young men in good physical condition that possessed the wit, the intelligence, and the stamina to not only keep up with her but also to sexually satisfy her need apply. Done with all of the dangerous duties of her job, her son was her only concern now and the one she had chosen to groom.

A legend in foreign affairs, young men all over the world loved her and still lusted over her at the mere mention of her spy code name, Madam Flowers. It was a name given to her by the DGSE, Direction generale de la securite exterieure, France's version of our CIA, because she carried a bouquet of flowers to conceal her gun. She had been nicknamed by her victims, those who lived to tell what happened, as Red Rose, so named because she always left a red rose behind. Her real code name was still classified information by the CIA.

In the name of her God and country, she couldn't count the marriage proposals she's received. In the name of the Central Intelligence Agency, she couldn't count how many men she's bedded. In the name of her sworn duty, she lost count of how many men and women she had to murder to complete her assignment, to escape alive, and to protect her anonymity.

Yet, and so it goes, the one man that matters to her the most is the one man she can't have. A real taboo, a violation of laws in most countries around the world and in nearly all 50 states, he's off limits. He's, of course, her son, Christopher. Why would a woman who can have any man lust over her son? Why would a woman, who's so worldly sophisticated, lower her morals to want to have incestuous sex with the one man that she created from her womb? With her multi-degreed education, even she was at a loss to answer such an easy question.

"You have a point there, Mom. You're more woman than any girl I've dated that's for sure," he said with a smile.

"Having grown accustomed to having your father around the house, I hate living alone after he left me for that bimbo half his age," she said with a feigned, sad smile and a pretend tear while falling into that lonely and helpless motherly role. "I get so lonely sometimes," she said with sad eyes and taking a tissue to blot away her non-existent tears. "I could use the company," she said still looking at him with sadness and giving him a look as if she was about to cry. If she was being judged by her performance, she'd win an Oscar for her role as a kind, caring, and loving mother. Truth be told, she was a conniving, calculating, and vicious bitch. "I hate going places and doing things alone."

"Oh, Mom, I had no idea you were so sad," he said falling for her acting job and giving his poor, lonely, pitiful, albeit sexy mother a hug. "You could have any man. You're so beautiful and sexy mother. Someone who looks like you should never be alone and lonely without a man. I'm sorry you haven't found someone."

If only he knew she has found her man. If only he knew that he was her man and she always gets what she wants. It won't be long before he awakens to a single, red rose on his pillow too.

"Thank you Christopher but I don't want just any man," she said making eye contact with him with her big, blue eyes. If only he knew that she wanted him. Someone so unafraid to slip across a border unnoticed and break into an embassy and assassinate a dignitary if need be, so frightened of incest, she was afraid to make the first move. "You could be my handsome, sexy escort, she said fussing with his hair and fixing his collar as if she was remaking him in the image of how his father looked so many years ago.

A marriage made in Heaven, she so loved his father, whatever was his name. Only, lucky she didn't put poison in his drink and dump his cold, dead body in the sea, he had become unnecessary baggage. In her line of work, she was too driven by espionage to have a husband and a child. Yet, where her husband was an albatross, her son was her jewel. Had she chosen another career path, no doubt, she'd still be married to...what's his name?

"Escort? I can't be your sexy escort. I'm your son mother."

Unable to hide his proud smile, he seemed flattered to be so deemed as her handsome, sexy escort. Yet, like mother like son, no doubt, Christopher was thinking of the sexual implications of what it meant to be a male escort, a gigolo, and a sexy sexual provider of sex to lonely women. How dare he defile his mother by thinking of her as a lonely woman, one who'd need to hire a man to escort her anywhere, especially to bed, when she'd surely have her pick of men wanting to bed her.

"Only being that you're my son," she said looking at him with a sexy smile. "We could have a bit of adventurous fun by pretending that we don't know one another. We could enter a club separately and you could pick me up at the bar," she said. "You could buy me a drink and dance with me while I pretended that I'm a sexy cougar and you're my young, stud of a date," she said putting her arms around his neck and giving him a light motherly kiss on the lips.

No doubt, she was pushing the envelope of decency by giving her son such a sexy scenario while pressing her sexual organs against his sexual organs, albeit fully clothed. Hoping he'd take the ball and run with it, hoping he'd take her more than subtle hint serious and seduce her, he chickened out by backpedaling. Obviously, just as she was, he feared taking the first step to cross that line of incest too.

"Actually that sounds like fun mother. I don't know about the cougar and stud thing," he said lying, "but I'd like to take your dancing."

"That's the only thing that I miss about your father, the dancing," she said with a laugh and holding him while swaying her hips to an imagined music as if she was about to dance with him. "He was such a good dancer," she said while wondering what the Hell her ex-husband's name was.

After she opened up to her son, after she revealed her loneliness and vulnerability to him, and after she asked him to pick her up at a bar and take her dancing, he looked at her with obvious shock by her sexy confession. Normally in the real world, the dating world, and the world of women his age, women like this, especially women who looked like her and who looked at him in the way that she was looking at him, were ripe for the taking, especially after that sexual admission. Lonely and vulnerable women, especially lonely and vulnerable women who just confessed their lonely vulnerability would, no doubt, be receptive to his romantic advances and sexual moves.

Alas, if only she wasn't his mother. If only she was some sexy, college coed from Nebraska or Iowa and on the rebound after breaking up with her handsome, hunk of a boyfriend, he'd score. Nonetheless, even though she was his mother, she was giving him all the sexual signals that he was accustomed to receiving when looking for a Saturday night date.

"You need to get out more Mom and have some fun. Actually, now that you mention role play and dancing--,"

"Yes?" With her interest was piqued, interrupting him, and not even allowing him to finish talking, she asked. "What about role play and dancing?"

"There's a Halloween Masquerade party Saturday, October 27th at the hotel downtown."

"Really? Oh, how fun. Can we go?" Giddy with delight, she practically jumped up and down. "Would you mind taking your old mother dancing while dressed in costume? I'd love to attend a Halloween masquerade dance with my sexy son as my chaperone," she said spinning and twirling herself around the floor as if she was dancing.

"Absolutely, Mom. I'd love to take you dancing, only, you should know--," he said gulping his confession with a long pause.

"Yes? What is it that I should know Christopher? That there may be other, younger, and prettier women there and that you cannot dance all of your dances with me. Is that it? I understand that you need to find someone. No matter, just as I--"

"No, that's not it at all mother. The Halloween Masquerade is a swingers' dance."

"Swingers? A swingers' dance? Oh Christopher, shame on you for inviting your mother to a swingers dance," she said with a scolding look. "Eww, that's so nasty. I thought you stopped going to those dances."

Still playing her morally modest, motherly role instead of her real role as the woman jealous of her son having sex with other women instead of her, women who were nasty swingers, she stepped away from him to give him a stern, practiced look of disapproval.

"It's just a Halloween dance Mom. It isn't as if people are having sex on the dance floor, although, admittedly, sometime towards the end of the evening that happens when some people drink a bit too much," he said with a laugh.

"Other than the obvious, Christopher, I don't know what you get out of going to those disgusting dances. The first thing that some men do when they turn 21-years-old is to go to a strip club to have a drink. Instead, you attended a Halloween swingers' dance on your 21st birthday last year," she said putting the back of her hand to her forehead to graphically feign shame and disappointment by the look she gave her son. "You make me wish I had you in the summer, instead of the fall. Then, you'd be going to a Fourth of July barbeque instead of a swingers Halloween dance on your 21st birthday."

She could have been an actress in the award winning role that she was playing. If only he knew his mother's secret background, he'd be shocked. If only he knew all that his mother had done for the sake of her country, he'd never believe her. If only he knew she's never told the truth about anything in her entire life, he'd know he was being deceived now by her. If only he knew she's lived a double life for the past 25-years, no doubt, he'd want to know everything about her.

Still classified as top secret, there was so much that she couldn't and would never share with him. For fear of their safety, having lived such a clandestine life, a life of multiple identities, disguises, lies, and trickery, she couldn't tell him even if she wanted to break her silence. Maybe, one day, she'd write a book. Yet, if she did, she'd put them both in danger. There are still plenty of men who'd love to know where she lives to pay her back for all that she's done to them. The information of her real identity is worth a lot of money to the right men.

"Actually, I did stop going to the swingers' dances and I will stop going to them again, but this dance is important to me. This is the Halloween dance. With everyone wearing a costume and with more than 200 couples attending, the Halloween dance is the best and the biggest dance of the year. This is the dance that gave me the inspiration to write my video game. Since the software that I'm developing is for an X-rated, swingers', sexual game, I use the swingers' dances as my way of doing research. I promise that I won't attend another swingers' dance after this dance because I'll be finished writing my software."

"Research my ass," she said not believing him and looking at him with as much suspicion as she's been trained to do, especially when someone makes such an outrageous statement and especially when that someone is her son. "You attend those dances for some free and easy sex. You're as horny as your father," whatever was his name she thought. "I hope you're not having unprotected sex at those places Christopher," she said. "You never know what sexual disease you'll contract until it's too late."

"I use a condom but seriously, I'm not there to get laid. I'm there for fodder for my video game," he said. "C'mon Mom, please go with me. It will be fun. You'll have a good time. Please attend the dance with me. I don't want to go to the Halloween dance alone. I'll look too much like a pervert. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet someone. Maybe you'll get lucky."

As if playing poker with her son and bluffing, not yet ready to reveal her hand, an ace to the ten royal, straight flush, Elizabeth had every intention of attending the dance with her son. She had every intention of getting lucky too. She'd use the swingers' dance as her way to seduce her son. She'd use the swingers dance to make him want her in the way that he's never wanted any woman before and never will again. She'll show him moves he never knew existed and show him things he never knew he wanted. The Geisha woman of spies, she could do things with her body that he could do with animation on his computer.

"Meet someone? Eww. Get lucky? Who with some pervert? How dare you think that I'd attend a dance for sex," she said with indignity. "I'd never have sex at a swinger's dance. How crude and crass is that attending a dance as an excuse to have sex. No thank you Christopher. Besides I don't want anyone recognizing me attending one of those sordid events," she said. "I'd be so embarrassed with someone thinking that I was on the prowl and available for any and every man to bed me," she said having never been embarrassed by anything she's done with anyone. "Moreover, being there with my son, they'd think we were...intimate."

Just uttering the word intimate in reference to her son made her moist with desire for him. She felt her nipples hardening by the thoughts of his touch. A reflexive action, her knees buckled with the thoughts of kneeling before him while sucking his cock.

"Everyone's in costume Mom. With the lighting subdued, no one would recognize you. Besides, you don't have to do anything with anyone you don't want to do because no means no," he said nodding his head for the added negative effect. "If anyone approaches you other than to just dance, just say no thank you. Besides with you being with me, I'll protect you Mom. Don't worry, you'll be safe. I'll be your sexy escort. I'll never leave you out of my sight and out of my arms. We'll dance the whole night as if we're in love. You can even play the cougar and I'll be your cub," he said with a laugh while wrapping an arm around her waist as if she was his girlfriend. "Okay?"

"I don't know Christopher. Let me think about it. We'll see," she said already excited by the prospect of accompanying her son to a swingers' Halloween dance.

Actually, glad that she was divorced and living alone, but for her son, after hiring a security professional, she secretly setup her husband with a stripper and arranged for a friend to take some sexually, explicit photographs of the two of them together naked and in bed. Just as she was eager to put her career behind her, Elizabeth was happy to have ended her marriage too. Instead of a union of love, which it was in the beginning, their relationship had morphed into a marriage convenience. Always traveling on assignment, she was never home. Now with her husband Joe, Bob, Jim, Dave, whoever he was, out of the picture, recently retired, and with the thoughts of living with her son, life couldn't be better.

Unable to help herself from lusting over him, every time she looked at him, she stared in her son's blue eyes as if she was about to kiss him before making love to him. No doubt, having lived such a violent life, her forbidden love for her son was a manifestation of the post traumatic stress she was diagnosed as having by the company's shrink. She's murdered nearly as many men as she's loved. Nonetheless her psychological disorder, wishing he wasn't her son, wishing he was just another young, dumb cock she could suck, fuck, and leave, she wished she could grab his ass and touch his prick instead of only being relegated to feeling his arm, his back, and his shoulder.

Always wanting to touch him in a sexual way but never having touched him in an inappropriate way, she was always touching him and he was always touching her. With him staring at her in the same lustful way that she stared at him, she knew there existed a secret, sexual attraction between them. Knowing he'd never make the first move, no doubt, for fear that she'd think him perverted to want to have sex with his mother, it was up to her to seduce her son. Especially with his hormones raging, seducing him was easy enough to do only, a bit more difficult for someone else but not for her, she needed to make him think that he seduced her and not the other way around.

Exciting her in the way that his nameless father once did, she couldn't help herself from staring at him. He was so handsome and she was so lonely and sexually frustrated. Having experienced such a full sexual life in her clandestine career, now that her career is over, the sex abruptly stopped too. Once a daily and sometimes multiple times a day occurrence, having lived without sex since her retirement a few months ago, it was frustratingly apparent how much she missed and needed to have sex in her life. Sure, she could meet someone at a dance, pickup someone at a bar, or even join a dating service, but none of them would sexually satisfy her in the way that she's used to being sexually satisfied after having dated a bevy of powerful, influential, and worldly, albeit young men.

None of the men she'd meet here would interest her in the way that her worldly lovers interested her before and in the way that her son interested her now. With her son a blank slate and with the sexual attraction already there, she could fashion him in the image of his father, Gary, Henry, Steve? With the right clothes and hairstyle, needing more help in his seductive understanding and sexual sophistication of women, she could mold him and create him to be a cosmopolitan man, a man of the world.

Whenever he hugged her, with her feeling his strong back, arms, and shoulders, she loved it when he lightly ran his fingertips across the outline of her bra through her blouse before sliding his hand down to the top of the impression of her panty through her short skirt. Anticipating the feel of his hand and the sensation of his touch, but teasing her by stopping short of grabbing her ass or feeling her breast, she wondered if he knew how touching her in that way made her so terribly horny. Just as he was always hugging her, she was always hugging him. It was just an innocent hug between mother and son, albeit a hug that always turned into a full body press with her squishing her full, C cup breasts against his muscular chest and him pressing his hardening cock against her tone stomach.

Just as she couldn't help from touching him, he couldn't help from touching her. Although neither one would dare cross the incestuous line by inappropriately touching one another sexually and go where no mother should touch her son and no son should feel his mother, sex between the two was undeniably and undoubtedly inevitable. If Elizabeth had anything to do about it, awaiting the right opportunity, having sex with her son was just a matter of time. If Madam Flowers had anything to do with it, she'd be bedding her son on a bouquet of roses while laying all the incestuous guilt on him.

The need to bed her son was mildly erotic in comparison to all that she's done in her career. An international spy who used her body to get the information that she needed for her agency and for her country, she had done much worse than incestuously lusting over her son. Admittedly, having always been a cougar, she's lusted over her son ever since he turned of legal age. When alone with her bad self in her bedroom, whenever she reached to touch herself where she wished her son would touch her, she wondered what it'd feel like to be naked and in bed with him. She wondered what it'd feel like to kiss him with her tongue exploring his mouth in the way that she sexually fantasized about his hands exploring her naked body and his fingers exploring her pussy.

Being that a mother always knows her son, she suspected that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Only, incest was a delicate balance in a game of cat and mouse and a game that she excelled at playing. As if she was a venomous spider and he was a helpless fly, she needed to entice him to her web for him to make the first move. No doubt, with her being an opportunist, the Halloween's Swingers' dance was the perfect venue to do just that. After having seduced many men to get close enough to kill them, seducing her son for incestuous sex would be easy.

With her son looking so much like his father, Hal, Frank, Louis, as if going back in time to recapture all the years she lost living out of a suitcase and traveling from country to country, being with her son made her imagine living with his dad, Ed, Brad, Charlie, when they were first married so very long ago. So happy and having sex in every room of the house, they were so much in love back then. Shockingly, Christopher looked so much like his dad, Tom, Ryan, John, that she looked at her son as if looking at her ex-husband, Anthony, Mario, Tyrone, 25-years ago. He was so handsome and she was so beautiful then. They made for the perfect couple. Yet, having given up so much, too much, to live this double life of espionage, wanting a second chance at happiness and, perhaps, a sexual fantasy come true, how good would it be if she could recapture all that she lost with her husband, Ralph, Walter, Ed, with her son?

Dating at twenty-three-years-old, married a year later, and pregnant a year after that, she took a maternity leave and a leave of absence from her job to enjoy living with her husband and son before returning to another new assignment. With her husband agreeing to be a stay-at-home dad watching Christopher, Elizabeth, an international investment banker and fluent in six languages, was now free to accept worldwide undercover assignments. Glad to be working again at the exciting game of espionage, she returned to working for the Agency a year after Christopher was born.

"Okay, Mom, I'll move back home but it will just be for a little while until I can find investors to fund my software company. Working day and night on my software, I won't even have the time to look for a job if I'm serious about starting my own business."

"Don't worry about a job, Christopher. I'll take care of your expenses while you look for your funding. You may stay here with me for as long as you need," she said giving him another kiss on the lips.

So long as they were having incestuous sex, he could live with her for as long as he wanted. If he couldn't find funding, she had plenty of money enough to fund his software company herself if need be. Having collected two fat paychecks her whole career, one as an investment banker and another as a spy, plus whatever she was given as gifts in between by admiring men and whatever she stole from her deceased victims, money wasn't an issue.

With voyeurism and masturbation his preferred sexual release, by his looks and his actions, it was no secret that Christopher lusted over his mother, Elizabeth, a 48-year-old divorcee. Unbeknownst to him, however, the perfect mother and son incestuous arrangement and potentially forbidden sexual scenario, Elizabeth always lusted over her 22-year-old, computer whiz of a son. Reading all the signals but afraid to run with the ball, with neither one willing to take the first step to cross the incestuous line, their sexually frustrated lives living together were filled with teasing, innuendoes, suggestive conversation, flashing, unfinished thoughts, and unspoken words.

Indeed, maybe the Halloween Masquerade party was a way for them to get together sexually. In the way that she drugged so many other men, she imagined drugging her son and having her wicked way with his semi-conscious, naked body while laying all the guilt on him for seducing her. Only, she wanted more than that. A relationship she once had with her husband, she wanted a real love relationship, albeit a mother and son sexual relationship with Christopher.

First things first, once returning home, Christopher put the Halloween dance on the back burner to satisfy his sexual need for voyeurism by spying on his mother dressing and undressing. Stealthily devious in their deception in the incestuous games they both played, like mother like son, after a trip to the spy store, he was ready. Having arranged to create a web site for the owner of the retail store and help out with other computer needs in exchange for deep, discounted prices on surveillance equipment, he purchased and installed six, tiny, wireless, color cameras with microphones in his mother's master bedroom and bathroom and hooked up the live feed to his laptop computer. If only Elizabeth knew how technologically sneaky he was, she'd be proud.

With two cameras in the bathroom, one facing the shower and the other shooting out from the angle of the mirror over the sink, except for the toilet, he had the bathroom completely covered. Because the bedroom was such a large room, he installed four cameras, one over the bed looking down from the light, another shooting out from her vanity table, a third shooting out from her full length mirror, and a last camera that shot inward from the bedroom door to get the entire view of the room. With all the cameras hidden and/or disguised as something else and with him thinking that his mother was so oblivious to such technological things that, even if she was staring right at them, she'd never find his hidden cameras in a million years.

Each camera had a tiny, zoom lens that activated with just a click of his mouse to zoom in and out with precision. Installed in places she'd never notice, he tested them on his computer for angle and clarity. With just a click of his mouse, he had six boxes on his computer screen that he could go from one to the other. With another click of his mouse he could fill the screen with whichever camera shot he wanted. With a third click of his mouse zooming in on the action, he was ready to see his mother in all manners of undress. He couldn't wait to see her undressing. He couldn't wait to see her in her sexy bra and bikini panty. He couldn't wait to see her naked.

Worth the multi-thousand dollar investment in buying six, high quality, color cameras and the software to operate them, he paid a fraction of what he'd have at retail prices in exchange for all the computer programming work he did for the owner of the store. Now with the cameras in place and with the live, wireless feed attached to his laptop, he was ready to capture every naked image of his mother. Wherever she was in those two rooms, he could see her on his computer as if he was a defense department security officer and she was an employee. Voyeurism was his perverse diversion that he needed to relax to when tired of writing software code. Having always spied on unknowing women in college, spying on his mother dressing and undressing was so much more exciting than spying on strangers.

The money that he spent on surveillance equipment was chump change compared to the amount of money that he needed to seed his video game business. Conservatively for him to hire all the programmers, graphic artists, writers, and staff support, along with renting an office space and buying all of the technical equipment, he figured he needed a few million dollars just to start. Famed Boston Red Sox pitcher, Curt Schilling, lost 50 million dollars in a start up computer game company in Rhode Island that employed more than 300 people. Not a typical son accepting defeat by losing money in a software venture, Christopher didn't want that to happen to him. Besides, a computer geek, he figured he was better suited to be successful in a video software game than would a retired, baseball pitcher.

Not a typical mother, Elizabeth got whatever she wanted and what she wanted now was her son sexually. A retired CIA operative, recruited right from college and sworn to secrecy, no one knew about her double life, not even her ex-husband and especially not her son. In the way he leered at her when she flashed him her panties in an up skirt and her pussy in an up nightgown, she knew he wanted her. In the way that he stared at her bra in a down blouse or cleavage in a down nightgown, she knew he was interested in more than just looking.

In the way that he, sometimes, accidentally on purpose flashed her his cock in his desperate horniness of her, she suspected her son of having as much of an incestuous libido for her as she had for him. After all, like mother like son, they were made from the same genetic makeup. Only, no matter what she did to tease him, to arouse him, and to seduce him, he never made the first move to initiate having sex with her, that is, until now, when he installed his six, hidden cameras with microphones. Just as he had already formulated his plan of spying on her, she needed a plan to seduce him too

With nothing dumb or innocent about her, she was a giant leap ahead of her son in her stealthiness. With him being a computer expert, but with her trained to suspect everyone and expect the unexpected, she suspected he'd install cameras to spy on her. When he returned home to live with her, as a matter of routine in her field of work, she swept the house and found all six cameras and listening devices. Proud of the stealthiness Christopher demonstrated to install such invasive surveillance, albeit showing his voyeuristically incestuous hand, in was then that she realized that he was content in just watching her stripping naked when she'd rather be fucking and sucking him.

Now more obvious than before with his incestuous gamesmanship, a game that she was eager to play, Elizabeth needed her own plan to seduce her son. She's done worse in having sex with foreign nationals in her 25-year career with the CIA than in wanting to have sex with her son. Yet, wanting to preserve her motherly reputation with Christopher and not wanting him to think any less of her, she didn't want to be deemed the incestuous whore and ruin the close mother and son relationship they enjoyed. Instead of her seducing him, turning the tables on him, she needed him to seduce her. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, she needed him to feel guilty for having sex with her.

Willing to wait until he was ready, she'd rather that he'd make the first move. She'd rather that he shoulder the guilt of a son seducing his mother instead of a mother seducing her son. He's already set the stage and crossed the incestuous line by installing his surveillance cameras to spy on her. Yet, with her having the upper hand by not only knowing there were cameras in her bedroom and bathroom but also knowing where they were, she planned on being a willing participant in his incestuous game of voyeurism and exhibitionism. If watching her through six camera lenses didn't make him crazy enough to want her, seduce her, lick her, and fuck her then she needed a way to further entice her son. If his plan of voyeurism and her plan of exhibitionism failed to seduce her son, the swingers' Halloween dance was her ace in the hole to move him from being just a passive voyeur and her just a passive exhibitionist to both of them being active, incestuous, bed partners.

Just as she did when out in the field to save her life, as if playing a chess game with her son, she needed to anticipate all of his next moves before he even thought of them. With him having already invited her to the dance and with her not saying no, she figured that the Halloween Masquerade Ball was her last and best way to seduce him. By dissuading him from the sexual charms of other sexy, female swingers and in conjunction with a bit of alcohol, perhaps she could somehow use the Halloween dance to her advantage in her seduction of him. In the meantime, as her way of teasing him, she'd play the innocent victim instead of the aggressive predator, she'd play his incestuous, video game of exhibitionism and voyeurism before making her real moves of seduction at the Halloween dance.

"I'm going to get ready for bed Christopher," said Elizabeth yawning. "I'm tired. It's been a long day," she said stretching her long, thin, shapely body.

Knowing her son would run upstairs to his room as soon as she closed her bedroom door, she couldn't wait to strip for her son. As horny for him as he was for her, she couldn't wait for her son to see her parading around her bedroom in her sexy bra and panty. She couldn't wait for her son to see her tits, her ass, and her pussy. She couldn't wait for her son to see her naked.

"Okay Mom," said Christopher giving his mother a hug and a kiss on the lips goodnight.

"I'm glad you're back home with Mommy, Christopher. Afraid before and nervous by every little sound outside, having you here with me and having a man around the house again makes me feel so safe."

A fifth degree, black belt in martial arts, and personally instructed in close hand-to-hand fighting by a team of Navy Seals, if only Christopher knew that his mother had been a top CIA agent, albeit retired, and was a trained assassin with master skills in all kinds of weaponry, he'd never believe her. If only Christopher knew she had an entire arsenal of weapons hidden in every room of the house, he'd be shocked. If only Christopher knew how dangerous she was, he never would have agreed to live with her, never mind want to have sex with her. With Elizabeth always getting what she wanted, having sex with her son was the frosting on her cake. She didn't need his protection. All she needed was his voluntary, sexual cooperation.

"I'm glad to be home mother," he said hugging her.

When he broke off the hug, his hand slid down her back and his fingertips continued down to lightly touch and fall across her ass. He sent shivers down her spine when he touched her ass in that sensual way. She wished he'd grab a whole handful of her ass. She wished he'd stick his hand up her short skirt and cup her ass through her panty before reaching around her to grab a handful of her pussy. She wished he'd strip her naked and force her to do all that he, no doubt, sexually fantasized her doing to his naked body while doing all that she sexually fantasized about him doing to her naked body. She wished he'd handcuff her to the bed and force her to be his incestuous, slut bitch.

As soon as her bedroom door closed, he turned off the television, went up to his room, and turned on his computer screen. He clicked on camera one. As if he was there in her room with her, he watched his mother turn on her bedroom light, pull out her sexy, nightgown from her dresser drawer, and carefully lay it on the bed. As if he was watching an X-rated video, watching his mother getting ready for bed was so much more exciting than watching a paid, porn actress. As if he was watching his incestuous, sexual fantasy play across his computer screen, watching his mother getting ready for bed was surreal.

"This is good, really good," he said grabbing a handful of tissue before pulling down his sweatpants to stroke himself to an erection by the sexy sight of her. "I have the perfect view of her. Oh, my God, I can't wait for her to undress."

When his mother stood before her full length mirror, Christopher clicked on camera two. Excited by the sexy sight of her, as if he was there directing her, she was taking her sweet time looking at herself in the mirror before beginning to disrobe. As if he was there standing in front of her, as if he was orchestrating her disrobing movements psychically, he watched her slowly unbutton her blouse one slow button at a time. As if she was a stripper on stage giving him a private, slow show of her sexy body, he stroked himself to an erection while watching her undress. With her blouse unbuttoned and her bra and cleavage exposed, he watched her look at herself in the mirror while she turned from side to side.

"I wonder what she's thinking for her to dress so slowly and for her to give me such a sexy show of her hot body. Maybe she spotted the cameras and knowing that I'm watching her, she's purposely giving me a slow, striptease show. Nah, my mother would never spot the cameras. She has no clue that I'm watching her undressing. She's an investment banker, not a spy. She'd never suspect that her son is a pervert. She'd never think that I installed six wireless cameras just to watch her undress and dress. How perfectly perverted is that?"

She had a flat, toned stomach, no doubt from all the tennis she played and all the swimming she did. If only he knew it was from all the basic training, martial arts, and survival conditioning she had. Then, as if he was watching his woman and he were her man, he watched her remove her blouse, carefully fold it, and deposit it in her laundry hamper. Switching back and forth from camera one, full room view, to camera two, full length mirror view, there she was in full color on his computer screen in her sexy bra and short skirt.

"I love her big bra. I love her long line of cleavage. I love how the top of her tits jiggle when she walks. Take off your bra Mommy. Take off your bra. Show me your tits," he said stroking himself a little faster to the image of his mother in her sexy, white bra.

After having masturbated while holding her bra and feeling and sniffing her panty several times in the past, he knew her bra was a 36 C and her panties were his sexual dream makers. He loved her sexy underwear. Glad that she had the body to wear bikini and thong panties instead of granny panties, he couldn't wait for her to remove her short skirt.

He watched her standing there in her bra and short skirt while he stroked himself to an even harder erection. He watched her unbutton, unzip, and remove her short skirt. Viola! There she was in her bra and panty. As if she was standing on a beach in her barely there bikini, she stood in front of her mirror in her sexy bra and bikini panty. A sight to behold, an image he's never seen, he stared at his mother in her sexy lingerie while stroking himself.

If only she knew he was spying on her, she'd be so upset. If only she knew he was watching her undress, she'd be so mad. If only she knew he was about to see her naked, she'd probably ask him to leave her house. Yet, whether she'd be upset, mad, or throw him out of her house, none of that mattered, at least, not right now that she was about to get naked. The only thing that mattered now was that his mother was giving him a slow striptease show and he was finally going to see his mother naked. He prayed she didn't turn off the light. Wow, how frustrating would that be if she turned off the light right at the good part?

"Oh, my God, my mother is an absolute MILF. She looks so hot in her bra and panty. I can see her pussy mound and her pussy slit as if I'm there in the room with her," he said talking to himself. "She more looks 35-years-old than 48-years-old. How did she get such a hot body? I'd love to feel her while French kissing her. I'd love to feel her breasts through her bra and her ass through her panty. I'd love to remove her bra and suck her big tits. I'd love to fuck her. I'd love for her to fondle my cock while I play with her titties and finger her nipples. I'd love to watch her fall to her knees and take my big cock in her mouth," he said slowly stroking himself to all that he was saying and all that he was watching. "If I zoom in I can see her ass crack through her panty every time she bends forward at the waist. That's right Mommy give me a sexy show. Bend over for me again while I imagine fucking you, my sexy, little bitch."

Indeed, in the way she slowly undressed and in the way she paraded around her bedroom, she acted as if she knew he was watching her and she did. She acted as if she was giving him a slow, personal, striptease show, and she was. Teasing him with her motions while seducing him with her body, she took her sweet time undressing. She suspected that she was driving him wild with his incestuous lust for her by playing her part as the victim instead of the predator and she was. Pretending to be oblivious to the four bedroom cameras watching her, not reaching for a robe to cover her semi-nakedness and never looking directly at the cameras, Elizabeth sashayed around her bedroom in her sexy underwear. Knowing he was watching her, with her bra and panty her favorite, sexy outfit of choice and one that showed the shapely contours of her body, she was having too good of a time exposing herself to her son. She imagined him masturbating to the sexy image of her and he was.

Christopher clicked from camera two, the view from the full length mirror to camera one, the view of the entire room. Then, when she unhooked her bra without removing the straps from her shoulders and her cups from her breasts, she mindlessly walked around her room while busying herself touching that and moving this. Staring at his computer screen as if watching paint dry, he stared at her bra straps while waiting for them to fall. Ever so slowly and gradually as one bra strap slid from her shoulder to her upper arm and the other bra strap followed too, he held his breath waiting for her bra cups to fall and expose her breasts to him with every nonsensical movement of her hands and arms. When her fallen bra cups were just about to fall from her body to expose her breasts, she did the unimaginable. She moved her bra straps back over her shoulders.

"God damn it! Why'd she do that? Take off your bra Mom. Show me your tits," he said.

Obviously not wanting to cum yet, needing to at least see her tits first, Christopher slowed his stroking, no doubt, until she removed her bra and he saw her tits. Having never seen his mother's breasts before, other than in a down nightgown glimpse of bits and pieces of her breasts, the desire to see his mother's tits were understandably exciting. Without further delay, he watched her unceremoniously remove her bra. Her breasts were right there in full view of cameras one, two, and three. He instructed his printer to print out a few candid shots of his mother's naked breasts as she paraded around her room topless and naked but for her panties.

"There they are, my mother's tits. Wow! She has a rack. So big and so shapely, I love my mother's tits. She must be cold because her nipples are erect. Gees, they're really erect. Maybe she's sexually excited. Maybe walking around her room makes her horny, which is why she's parading back and forth. Maybe the breeze on her nipples makes them hard. I wish I could feel her breasts. I wish I could finger her nipples. I wish I could suck her nipples while sliding a hand down the front of her panty to finger her pussy. I wish I was there inside her bedroom with her," he said slowly stroking himself.

She walked around her bedroom jiggling her breasts as if she was sportswriter, Erin Andrews, in her hotel room while being spied on by some pervert in the way that he was perversely spying on his mother. Stroking his cock a little faster, he stared at his mother's breasts while watching her walk that way, the other way, and back again. Obviously not caring what she was doing or why she was walking around her room so much, he was content just staring at her big, shapely, jiggling tits.

"Maybe if she agrees to go to the swingers' Halloween dance with me, maybe after a few drinks, maybe if I could get her drunk enough, she'd allow me to see her tits and/or feel her tits. Maybe we could share a room and while she was in the shower, I could barge in on her on the pretense that I needed to pee really bad. Maybe if she was drunk enough, she'd open the shower curtain while I was there to show me her naked body as she toweled herself dry. Maybe if she was drunk enough, she'd even ask me to help her wash her beautiful body. Nah, my mother isn't like that. Except for my dad, no doubt, a virgin when she married and a forever faithful wife, she probably hasn't had sex with anyone before and during her marriage and even after her divorce," he said putting his mother high upon his loft pedestal.

She sat in front of her vanity mirror and he switched to camera three. With his printer busy printing topless photos of her to expressly use for the purpose of masturbation later, more candid color prints followed of his mother sitting there topless in just her bikini panties. Topless, vulnerable, sexually aroused, and horny from stripping off her clothes and showing her son her nearly naked body, Elizabeth was fully aware that her son was watching her from every conceivable angle imaginable. Brazenly, as if she was sitting there fully clothe or as if she was an actress acting in an R-rated movie, Elizabeth played her part perfectly for the camera. As sexually aroused showing her body to her son as she imagined he was seeing her body, she wished she was in his room masturbating him before sucking him. Eager to give him a dancing breast show, she picked up her brush and counted as she brushed her long, lush, blonde hair one hundred times, fifty times with her right hand and fifty times with her left.

"Just look at those tits dancing. I love her big tits. I love her big nipples. She has fabulous breasts. I love watching her big, boobs bounce and jiggle with every movement she makes. Bounce those tits Mommy. I'd give anything to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them. Oh, Mommy, I want you. Mommy, I love you. I wish I could cum all over your big tits after cumming in your mouth. Blow me Mommy. Suck my cock."

Done brushing her hair, Elizabeth stood to face camera two again. Knowing her son was a breast man, she was intent on driving him mad for her big tits. She moved closer to the full length mirror and, as if she was Joan Crawford telling Cecil B. DeMille that she was finally ready for her close up, she walked closer to the mirror to give herself a breast exam and to check her breasts for lumps. Feeling, touching, and squeezing them, checking one breast before checking the other, she lifted each one of her big breasts while staring at them in the mirror.

"Oh, my God, just look at those tits. I'd love to give my mother a breast exam," said Christopher. "Hold those tits up for me Mommy as if you're about to stick them in my mouth to suck. Oh yeah, Mom, show me your tits Mom," he said stroking himself faster.

Holding her breast up to the mirror as if offering her tit up to her son, she reexamined one before repeating the process with the other. Stroking himself faster and faster, he was nearly ready to cum at the sexy tit show his mother just gave him. Then, unexpectedly, when she ran her palm across her nipples, he stopped stroking himself to watch what she was doing.

"What the Hell is she doing? Is she playing with her nipples?"

As soon as her nipples became more erect, she fingered them. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, she played with her nipples while sticking her hand down her panty to finger herself. He watched her knuckles moving inside of her sheer, white panty. Then, removing her hand from fingering her pussy, she licked and sucked her fingers before lifting her breasts to her lips to suck them, first one and then the other.

"Fuck me! Are you kidding me? First she fingers her pussy and now my mother is sucking her own tits. I'd love to barge in her room and offer her my help. I'm so horny. I'd loved to touch, feel, fondle, and caress my mother's big tits before fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her big nipples. I'd love to suck my mother's big tits in the way that she's sucking them now. Wishing I could masturbate her, I'd love to finger my Mom's pussy while sucking her nipples."

Slowly, as if giving a paying customer a good show by bending at the waist, she slid her panties down her toned stomach, over her round ass, and down her shapely legs before turning around to expose her perfect pussy to her son. Show over and, no doubt, bedtime. She was naked. His mother was naked.

"There it is, the money shot and what I've been longing and waiting to see, my mother's cunt. Her pussy is right there. Oh, my God. I don't believe she's naked and live on my computer screen. I figured her for a bushy beaver or a trimmed pussy, I never figured she'd be bald. I'd give anything to watch her shave her pussy. I'd give anything to cup her sweet pussy, to part her lips with my finger, and tickle her clit while fucking her with my long, stiff finger before licking her. Oh, yeah, definitely, I'd love to lick my Mom's pussy. I'd make her cum with my fingers and tongue before mounting her and fucking her. I'd love to make her my sexy bitch."

Now naked, Elizabeth walked around the bedroom. She looked at her books as if looking for a book to read and went through her videos as if looking for a video to watch. Then, still standing there naked, turning this way and that way, she turned on the television and flipped stations before turning it off.

"I'm so bored. I'm so lonely. I'm so horny," she said for no one to hear but for the secret surveillance microphones installed by her son. As if she was an actress in a porn movie, running her slow hands all over her naked body before pulling up her pussy lips and inserting her finger first in her pussy and then in her mouth, she said, "I wish I had a man to lick me and fuck me. I wish I had a big, hard cock to suck."

"Oh, my God, in a million years, I never would have thought my mother would be horny and want a cock to suck. She's my Mom. Even though I know she's a woman, I never thought of her as a sexual woman. Even though I know she must have had sex once to have me, I never thought of her having sex. I never figured she sucked cock. I figured at her age, sex was over," he said staring at his mother's naked image. "Come to my room naked Mom and I promise you won't be bored, lonely, and/or horny anymore," he said stroking himself faster. "I'd lick you. I'd fuck you. I'd offer you my cock to suck. I love you Mommy."

"I love my body. I love touching, feeling, and fondling myself," she said just as she reached in a drawer and pulled out her vibrator and dildo.

Ignoring her nightgown, she sat on her bed, moved to the center, fell back, and spread her legs wide while Christopher clicked on camera four, the view from the overhead light over the bed. He couldn't possibly have a better view of her pussy unless he was her gynecologist or her lover licking her.

"Fuck me. Oh, my God. Like mother like son, here I am masturbating and my mother is about to masturbate too. If only we could masturbate together. If only I could masturbate her and she could masturbate me, how hot would that be? While positioned in the sixty-nine position, if only I could lick her while she sucked me, I'd be in Heaven," he said watching his mother touch herself.

"I wish I had a man's fingers inside my cunt instead of my vibrator," she said teasing her clit with her vibrator. "I wish I had a man's cock inside my mouth instead of my dildo," she said sticking her dildo in her mouth and sucking it.

"I wish I had the balls to walk in her room naked and ask her if she needed a finger, a hand, a mouth, or a cock. Wow, look at her bald, naked pussy glistening. If I were there now, I'd lick and finger her pussy. I'd make my mother cum. Look at her tits. If I were there now, I'd suck her hard, erect nipples. Mommy, I love you. Mommy, I want you. Mommy, I want to lick you. Mommy, I want to fuck you," said Christopher stroking himself faster to his mother's masturbation show. "Mommy, mommy, mommy," he said stroking himself faster.

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth aroused herself by fingering her pussy first before using her vibrator on her clit. Then, once aroused, she abandoned her vibrator for the dildo. Slowly sticking the dildo deeper in her cunt, turning and swirling it around while moving it in and moving it out before moving it all around, she fondled her tits and fingered her nipples with her free hand. Taking up the vibrator again, she ambidextrously pleasured herself with both hands and both toys at the same time.

"I wonder what she thinks about while masturbating," he said. "I wonder if she thinks of me while fucking herself with that long, hard rod. If I didn't think she'd kick me out of the house, I'm barge in naked on her to ask her if she needs my hand, my fingers, my mouth, and my cock." Instead, stopping stroking himself to watch her, not wanting to cum just yet, Christopher watched his mother pleasuring herself.

Giving her son a real masturbation show, when she removed the dildo from her pussy and replaced it for the vibrator, she moved the dildo to her lips and licked off her pussy juices from it before taking it in her mouth as if giving a blowjob. Twirling it, licking it, moving it in and moving it out, she sucked her dildo as if she was sucking a cock while teasing her clit with the vibrator. She continued pleasuring herself with her vibrator until...

"Oh, sweet Jesus. Yes, that's it. I'm cumming. Oh, baby. Oh, my God. Lick me Christopher. Lick Mommy's pussy while Mommy cums in your mouth. Feel my tits and finger my nipples while licking me. Make Mommy cum and Mommy will suck your cock. Oh yeah baby, I'd fucking blow you. Mommy will let you cum in her mouth and Mommy will swallow you if you make Mommy cum. Cum for me Christopher. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth."

"What? What did she just say? Lick me Christopher? Lick Mommy's pussy? Make Mommy cum and Mommy will suck your cock?" Wanting to hear what she said again to make sure that he hadn't imagined it, Christopher replayed the video and watched his mother pleasuring herself all over again.

"Oh, sweet Jesus. Yes, that's it. I'm cumming. Oh, baby. Oh, my God. Lick me Christopher. Lick Mommy's pussy while Mommy cums in your mouth. Feel my tits and finger my nipples while licking me. Make Mommy cum and Mommy will suck your cock. Oh yeah baby, I'd fucking blow you. Mommy will let you cum in her mouth and Mommy will swallow you if you make Mommy cum. Cum for me Christopher. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth."

Switching back to camera four and to real time, Christopher watched his mother have an orgasm. Obviously his mother wants him as much as he wants her. Yet, even though he now knows that they both want one another, fearing she'd kick him out of the house, how could he cross the incestuous line to have sex with her without looking like a perversely perverted son lusting over his mother? If she ever found his cameras and if she ever knew he spied on her, she'd disown him. Even though she said that she wanted him to lick her, even though she said that she'd suck his cock if he made her cum, and even though she said that he could cum in her mouth and she'd swallow him, that may have been just pillow talk during the heat of her masturbation session. Nonetheless, now that he knows that she wants him as much as he wants her, he needed a plan to seduce his mother. Maybe the swingers' Halloween dance was the way for him to do that.

"I'll pressure her to attend the swingers' Halloween Masquerade dance with me on the pretense that I need her to make someone jealous, but who? I need to find a woman her age or older and not as good looking," said Christopher talking to himself. "Maybe once at the dance, after plying her with alcohol, she'll allow me to feel her hot body while dancing with her. Maybe once back in the room, she'll have sex with me. Only, she'd never go to the dance with me. She's too uptight. My Mom's not a swinger. She's not a slut."

Christopher turned off his computer and stopped stroking himself to rethink his plan to seduce his mother.

"She's just a lonely woman alone masturbating in her room while thinking of having sex with me in the heat of the moment. Just as she'd never attend the dance with me, she'd never have sex with me. How could I be so perverted to think those incestuous thoughts about my own mother? After all that she's done for me, how could I so disrespect her by installing cameras to watch her strip naked? I feel like such an unappreciative cad only, I couldn't help myself from wanting to see my mother naked and if I had to make the choice again of respecting my mother by not spying on her, I'd spy on her again," he said for only himself to hear.

The next morning, even though he felt guilty about the incestuous thoughts that he had for his mother, he was unable to stop his voyeuristic perversion. When he heard his mother running the water in the bathroom, he monitored cameras five, the one by the bathroom mirror and camera six, the one by the shower. Not wanting to see his mother sitting on the toilet, he purposely omitted a camera for that location. There she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in her sexy nightgown brushing her teeth. He stared at the impression her nipples made in the sheer material of her nightgown and, as if the first time seeing her tits, he stared down her nightie at her breasts when she leaned in the sink to rinse.

"I just love her big tits. I just love her big nipples," he said touching himself again. "I love you Mommy."

As if a stripper standing on stage, she stood in the middle of the master bathroom and, from different angles, he had clear shots of her from both cameras five and six. As if watching her removing a sheet from a sculpted work of art, a sculptor's masterpiece, he watched his mother remove her nightgown. Again, as he was last night when she readied herself for bed, he was rewarded with her nakedness. Naked again, naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked before his horny eyes again.

Only this time lit up in the bright light of the bathroom, he had a much clearer view of her shapely body. As if she was his living and breathing Venus, she had such a hot body. As he did the night before to the naked, sexy sight of his mother, instead of pulling down his sweatpants, he pulled his cock out from the pee-hole of his pajama bottoms and stroked himself to an erection. Then when she moved to the shower, he refocused on camera six. As if he was standing in the shower with her, he watched her wash herself.

"That's right Mom, wash your dirty body. If I was there in the shower with you now, I'd soap you up real good before pushing you up against the marble wall and fucking you. Oh, yeah, I'd lather your naked ass with my horny hand while washing your big tits and cupping your sweet pussy."

Knowing that her horny son was watching her, knowing that he could see her naked body from every angle, and figuring that he was masturbating to what he was seeing, she gave him a real, steaming hot, slow, shower show. Taking her time to wash her breasts, she spent a lot of time washing and fingering her pussy. Then, bending at the waist while pretending to be oblivious to the camera location by not looking up at it, she turned to face the camera to wash her ass and in between her legs. Touching herself where she imagined her son touching her and touching herself where she imagined her son wished he could touch her, she was even more incestuously wicked than he was in her exhibitionism of her body and than he was in his voyeurism of her.

After watching her naked show, today was the day that he was to put his plan in motion. Today was the day of the swingers' Halloween dance. Having not mentioned the dance again since the time he received the invitation and first invited her to go to the dance with him, his plan was to make her feel guilty by having her think that he thought she had already agreed to go to the Halloween dance with him. Obviously eager to begin the discussion necessary to set his devious plan in motion, Christopher was already waiting for her downstairs when Elizabeth walked in the kitchen fully dressed.

"Mom, I need your help," he said innocently blinking his eyes at her while flashing her his best smile.

"You do? Anything. Just ask me," she said with a smile. She ran her hand over his head in the same way she did when he was a little boy, the same hand she used to feel her naked body. She stopped to push his hair behind his ear with her finger, the same finger she used to pleasure herself. "What can Mommy do for her beautiful boy?"

"Well," he said pausing to make eye contact with her, "the swingers' Halloween masquerade dance is tonight and--"

"I wish you'd stop attending those swingers' dances Christopher. Those people are nothing but a bunch of perverts," she said acting in her motherly role. "The women who attend those dances are wicked whores and the men are deranged degenerates."

"Actually, Mom, that's not true. I've met some of the nicest people there," he said looking up at her to give her another smile. "You'd be surprised who attends those dances, firemen, policemen, lawyers, doctors, and dentists, regular people who are normal in every way, other than having an overactive libido," he said with a laugh. "Besides, I need to attend the dance for the research that I need to do with my sexy, swingers, video game."

"Well, I'm not surprised by that list of attendees. Many of those occupations hide sexual perverts and deviates," she said warning her son of the danger of his actions. "I'd rather my baby stayed away from perverted people."

If only he knew that she was one of the most sexually perverted women he knew. If only he knew that she was grooming her young stud to be her cosmopolitan, worldly, sexual man.

"You said you'd go with me," he said lying while looking at her with a face full of disappointment.

"I said no such thing Christopher. I said that I'd think about it and I have thought about it. I can't attend such a vile, sexual display of humanity, especially with my son."

"Actually, being that you didn't say that you wouldn't go, I just assumed that you'd attend the dance with me," he said looking at her the hopefulness of a boy asking her for a puppy.

"I can't go to a swingers' dance, Halloween or otherwise. The thought of attending such a dance sounds so nasty," she said with the reprimand of a mother. "Besides, I'm your mother and your my son. It would be wrong for us to be seen in public together at a swingers' dance. People would talk about us. People would gossip about us. Everyone would imagine the worst. People would think we were having sex," she said suddenly sexually aroused when mentioning the word sex in reference to her son. She thought of her son licking her pussy. She thought of fucking her son before falling to her knees to suck him. "People would think we were incestuously perverted."

"What if I told you," he said staring up at her in readiness to watch her reaction, "that Mrs. Blake is a swinger?"

Using that tidbit of information as his ace in the hole, his trump card, and his checkmate, he looked at her as if he were a Cheshire cat hoping to convince her to attend the dance with him. Counting on her attending after seeing her naked and masturbating herself, especially after seeing her naked and masturbating herself with the sexual thoughts of him, unfortunately, the realization of his sexual fantasy of seducing his mother was as realistic as Alice in Wonderland being real. He looked at her with pleading eyes while watching for her reaction to his latest revelation.

"Irene Blake? Tommy's mother?"

Not surprised, she always knew he was attracted to his friend's mother, especially before she gained all that weight. Yet, always a step or two ahead of him, seeing through his ploy, she figured that he was merely trying to make her jealous as his ruse to get her to go with him to the Halloween dance. Even though her son was no dummy, he was no match for her deceitfulness. Way ahead of him in his game trickery and deception, she already knew where he was trying to go with this.

"Yeah and I've always had the hots for her."

"You have?" With a look of shock taking hold of her face, she acted surprise. "Irene Blake?"

Continuing her acting, she looked at him with feigned, shocked surprised. Irene was older than her by 5 years and not nearly as good looking. Moreover where Elizabeth was tall and shapely, Irene was short and a little chubby but with big tits. There was no way that her son would settle to bed her instead of his mother.

"I have," with a sexually excited smile.

"Why on God's, green earth would you have the hots for a short, overweight, middle-aged woman? I don't understand Christopher."

She looked at him knowing that he was sexual putty in her hands and everything she said to him now was something she'd use against him to seduce him later.

"It started when she answered the door just wearing a towel," he said seemingly embarrassed and sexually excited by confessing what really happened. "She invited me inside to wait for Tommy who was out walking the dog and when she turned from closing the door, in a flash, a scream, and a giggle, she accidentally dropped her towel."

"You saw Tommy's mother naked?"

"Yes, I did."

"Irene flashed you her naked body?"

"Yes, she did."

"That little whore. Accident my ass. That was no accident. In the way she's always wearing low cut tops that flash her tits and short skirts that flash her panties, when she's wearing them, I'm sure her flashing you wasn't accidental," said Elizabeth feigning anger.

Then, with a feeling of possessiveness taking hold of her emotions, no longer having to fake her outrage, suddenly she was jealous that Irene was trying to seduce her son by flashing him her naked body.

"Now that I know she's a swinger, I don't think it was an accident either Mom," said Christopher stoking her jealous fire. "With her hands to her face as if in shocked surprise, instead of her hands concealing her tits and pussy, she just stood there staring at me staring at her while acting shocked and making no attempt to cover her nakedness until she finally picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself."

"She's such a little whore. A cougar, that's what she is," said Elizabeth sexually excited by the very word. "I have a mind to go over right now and give her a piece of my mind," said Elizabeth feigning anger. "Promise me that you'll stay away from her Christopher."

She wondered why she hadn't thought of dropping her towel in front of her son and/or her son's friends herself before. Only, after being flashed by Mrs. Blake, it was a good thing she didn't drop her towel in front of Christopher too. No doubt, being so supposedly and accidentally flashed by two middle-aged women, he'd think that all middle-aged women went around dropping their towels and exposing themselves to men more than half their age. By openly discussing their sexuality, suddenly she felt just as wicked as Irene must have felt when standing naked in front of her son or maybe in the way that Elizabeth doesn't feel wicked about trying to seduce her son, Irene didn't feel wicked at all about exposing herself to Christopher.

"Mom, don't. It happened four, long years ago when I was leaving for college. Then, when I saw her at the swingers' dance, I was shocked."

"Did you say hi, Mrs. Blake. Remember me? I saw your naked body when you dropped your towel on purpose, you slutty, dirty bitch."

"No I was too surprised to approach her. Besides she was with another man."

"Another man? Where was her husband?"

"Home, I guess," he said. "Perhaps he doesn't know his wife is a swinger."

"Or maybe he doesn't care his wife is a swinger," she said, "so long as she gives him pillow talk by telling him who she had sex with and what she did. There are plenty of men who enjoy that kind of sexual relationship." Already surmising who the other man was, nonetheless, she looked at her son with curiosity. "Who was the other man? Do you know?"

"Tommy," he said with another Cheshire cat smile.

"Tommy? Her son?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my God! She's such an incestuous pig to attend a swingers' dance with her son."

"Yes, which is why I want you to attend the dance with me."

"Are you out of your mind Christopher Joseph? Oh, no, even if I considered attending the swingers' Halloween dance before, I'd never go now," she said.

"Mom, it's no big deal. It's just a dance. C'mon please?"

"A dance with swingers, are you crazy?" She paused to stare at her son. "Just as I don't understand what you get out of attending those dances, other than the obvious, I don't understand what you see in her Christopher. She's at least five years older than me and not nearly as attractive as I am. I'd think you'd find someone more your age more sexually exciting. There are plenty of woman out there that you--"

"What can I say Mom, I'm attracted to older women," he said staring in her big, blue eyes before focusing on her big tits.

"Well not all older woman want a younger man," she said returning his look with a sexy smile.

"Precisely my point Mom, but not in the case of Irene Blake. She only swings with younger men. Since she's never met you and has no idea what you look like, I figured that if you attended the dance as my date, when she sees me with you, an older and more attractive woman, that I'd make her jealous and get her in bed," he said.

"Whether making her jealous with me or not, I wouldn't think you'd have any problem seducing that tramp," she said looking at him with disinterest when she really was interested in attending the dance with him as her sexual escort.

"Please Mom? Pretty please?"

Reminding her of how he used to ask for things when he was just a little boy, she looked at him and smiled.

"If I agree to go with you to the Halloween party, I'm not having sex with anyone Christopher. I mean it. I'm just going there as your escort and to dance. We go, have a drink, dance, and come home. That's it."

"Okay but--"

"But what?"

"We need to rent a room Mom."

"A room? Why?"

"It's too far to drive home at that early hour of the morning and with the both of us drinking, to be safe, we should stay there overnight."

"You're right, of course. I'll give you my credit card to book two rooms," she said suddenly thinking about sleeping in the same room with her son, even though she said otherwise.

"Two rooms?"

"I'm not going to stay in the same room with you Christopher. That would be so inappropriate."

At this late hour, the day of the dance, they'd be lucky to book a room and would have to accept whatever room they had left, probably a single room.

"Thanks for the use of your credit card but I'll be lucky to get one room," said Christopher giving his mother a kiss on the lips. "Since this is the day of the dance and with most swingers booking their rooms weeks in advance, the hotel is filled for partygoers wanting to spend the night."

"Well, I guess we'll have to accept whatever we can get," she said imagining sleeping in the same small bed with her son.

Just as it was with every other dance with more than one couple shacking up together in a room, the small hotel would be overcrowded. Since he was making a last minute reservation, they'd be no way that he'd be getting a room with king or queen sized bed. The larger rooms are the first to go. All they'd have left would be small rooms with a single bed. His mother wouldn't know until it was too late that they'd be sleeping in the same room and, hopefully, sharing the same small bed. If she protested, he'd go down to the front desk to get another room or a cot. Of course, he'd return telling her that all the rooms and cots were taken. It was a good plan from the eyes of a horny son wanting to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

As soon as they entered the room, before his mother even closed the door, she noticed the elephant in the room.

"Christopher what's wrong with this picture?"

"What picture?" He said not looking at the bed and looking at the pictures on the wall instead.

"There's only one, small bed," she said with feigned outrage in her eyes but real incest in her heart.

"I know," he said going for broke with his gamble. "It was the only room they had left. Sorry."

"I can't sleep in the same bed with my son," she said looking at him. "Look how small that bed is. It's not even a queen sized bed. We'd be sleeping on top of one another," she said.

The image of her sleeping naked beneath her naked son before she rolled him over and slept on top of him filled her mind with incestuous lust.

"It's okay, Mom. These things go on until all hours of the morning. We'll be only using the room to change and shower. We can crash with our clothes on for an hour or two after the dance and the private parties are over, then go home. Okay?"

"Okay, I guess this room will do," she said looking from the bed to him.

Elizabeth went in to take her shower first and emerged from the shower wearing just a towel wrapped around her shapely, naked body and another towel wrapped around her hair. She thought of Tommy's mother dropping her towel in front of her son. Tempted to pull that same trick, tempted to flash him her ass, pussy, and tits, but with plenty of time for that later, she controlled herself from showing her intentions too soon. Instead of flashing him her naked body, she flashed him her bra and panty. Walking around the room with her blouse half unbuttoned and her short skirt hiked up every time she sat and slowly crossed her legs, she gave him a sexy show of her lingerie.

"It was a jam packed house and being that it was short notice, not wanting him to think that she had any intention of attending the Halloween dance with him, Elizabeth didn't have time or the mind to rent a costume. Most attendees wore costumes. With the fit, hard body to carry the illusion, Christopher was dressed as a boxer. Wearing boxing shoes, he bought an Everlast robe and trunks and hung a pair of bag gloves around his neck. Elizabeth wore a powder blue, silk button blouse with a navy blue, short skirt. On her way to the ballroom she passed by the employees lounge and quickly and discreetly ducked inside.

"Mom, where are you going? That's employees only. The dance is this way," said Christopher standing outside and talking to the door while waiting for his mother to emerge. She came out wearing a hotel nametag that read, Esmeralda. "This nametag will do as my costume," she said pinning it to her blouse with a laugh.

"You're going to get in trouble, Mom."

If only her son knew the kind of danger she put herself in when visiting foreign countries to commit her crimes of espionage, stealing someone's nametag from an employee locker was hardly worth a worry.

"Tonight, I'm not your Mom and you're not my son. I'm Esmeralda," she said pointing to her nametag and laughing. "We're just another sexy, sexual couple enjoying a fun filled evening at the swinger's Halloween party. Okay?"

Wanting to stick her tongue down his throat while feeling his bulging cock through his pants, she gave him a motherly kiss instead.

"Okay Esmeralda, then being that I'm not your son, call me Kid Dangerous," he said holding up one of his boxing gloves. "Tonight Esmeralda, you're my sexy woman," he said putting an arm around her slim waist before reaching his hand down to grab a handful of her firm, round ass through her short skirt and bikini panty. "Tonight Esmeralda, we make love before having wild sex."

That's the ticket, she thought. Even though he wanted her to think that he was kidding, she knew he was serious. Already soliciting her, he's already thinking of making love with her before having wild sex. With her plan to seduce her son working while making it appear that he was the one who seduced her, she was ecstatic. The only thing that could screw up her plan is for some sexy, young swinger to make the moves on her son.

"Knock it off, Kid, or you'll be down for the count with a hard right hand," she said laughing while reaching behind her to evict his hand from her ass. "Behave yourself and don't embarrass me. I'm still your mother and can pull down your pants, put you across my lap, and slap your naked ass," she said to make him think that she wasn't interested in an incestuous, sexual relationship.

"Gees, Mom, if you spanked my naked ass here, you'd have a line of volunteers both male and female wanting to be spanked too," he said laughing.

Even though his hand felt good on her ass, she didn't want to give him the wrong impression of her, not yet anyway. Obviously having a good time, they danced, they drank, and they talked. Able to handle any physical altercation that may arise or sexual assault with aplomb, she wasn't worried about swingers groping a feel of her hot body. Her only concern was some other woman capturing the interest of her son. Even though she was hot and still sexually desirable, she knew that she was no match for some sexy, young swinger. Yet, in her favor was that she was his mother and with incest on both their minds, no doubt, he'd prefer bedding her to anyone at the dance.

The three times that men asked her to dance and got fresh with her on the dance floor, she stomped on the foot of one for grabbing her ass in the way her son had done, kneed one in the balls for feeling her breast through her blouse, and head butted one in the nose for trying to stick a hand up her short skirt. Then, when she saw a sexy, pretty, young woman making her way over to her son, she tripped her. While helping her up off the floor by putting a painful pressure hold on her arm, she whispered in her ear.