Dr. Stein's Haunted House

Literotic asexstories – Dr. Stein's Haunted House by UndyingDevotion,UndyingDevotion Marcus Brakner tapped his foot impatiently as he waited, deeply regretting his choice of a cheap Dracula costume as his outfit for the night, feeling the ice cold chill of an October evening test the flimsy fabric’s limits. His teeth were just on the verge of chattering as he pulled his phone from his pocket, flicking his pale thumb across the screen, letting out a soft sigh as the illuminated display showed him the time.

Slipping it back into his pocket, he continued to pace along the length of the black, vine covered wrought iron fencing, just hoping he wouldn’t have to wait out in the bitter cold any longer. He took another look towards the crooked manor that had become so familiar to him over the years, then looked back out to the street as a pack of trick or treaters passed by with their hauls, waiting for any sign of his mom.

‘Dr Stein’s Haunted House’ was an attraction well known to Marcus’s town, a place where everyone had a fond memory of passing through its ghostly halls at some point in their lives, whether as a parent, or as a child. First opened in the mid-seventies, the manor had been transformed from the home of one of the former owners of a local furniture manufacturer into a house of horrors, complete with a number of jump scares intended to send even the most steadfast attendees fleeing. However, Marcus had only known it as being a building that boasted an ever declining condition, having suffered from a lack of care as its ownership was passed from owner to owner.

For Marcus, it was a staple of his family’s Halloween calendar, the one location his parents always brought him and his siblings to each year during October without fail. For as long as he could remember, the old haunted house had been a feature of his family’s Halloween celebrations, a place they made sure to include during their door to door vacuuming of foil-wrapped candy from local neighbourhoods.

As he grew older, his natural need to branch out and forge his own interests became far more prominent, with trick or treating being left to the wayside once he made it into high school. Occasionally, he would slink off to whatever house party was being held by one of his more cocky classmates when their parents were away. His parents also found their own alternative once everyone had grown out of the more childish elements of Halloween, with them attending the annual ‘All Hallows Ball’ held at the town hall, a purely adult-only event. After the visit to the aged attraction, his mother and father would return home to get changed, slipping themselves into their own costumes for the party, ones that Marcus had never actually seen in person.

Even as the family became more fragmented over the years during the October build-up, especially once Marcus’s sisters and brother left home, there was always time to fit in a visit to the old manor at least once.

But at eighteen, the youngest of his siblings, Marcus was the last to make his transition into college, still inexperienced in the navigation of the many rituals and relationships that came with life on the college campus. Once the autumn break came around, he was the only one who opted to return home to celebrate the Halloween period with his parents, with his sisters and brother favouring the countless parties and all out bashes that would be hosted by the fraternities and sororities of their respective colleges.

However, his parents recent divorce made it incredibly difficult to try and capture the nostalgic experience he sought. His mom and dad did their best to make things easier, but dividing his time between the two of them for the duration of his break only served to distract him from what was one of his favourite holiday. For the first time, Marcus questioned whether the very last link to his family’s old Halloween routine would be left in the past.

Fortunately, Marcus’s mother was just as willing to keep up the old routine, even if it was just for one last year. With the arrangements made for them to both make their own way to the manor and traverse the old musty halls before going their separate ways, with Marcus himself having made plans to meet up with a small group of friends who were back in town for the week, the pair just waited for the days on the calendar to be crossed off.

Marcus smirked as he spotted a small convoy pass by, with a set of convertibles occupied by the seniors at his old high school, along with a number of cheerleaders perched along the rim of the open top, all dressed in zombified renditions of their usual school clothes. As the final car drove by, headed on its way towards one of the blow-out parties that the football team had become famous for hosting, Marcus caught sight of a figure emerging from the shadows of the parking lot opposite.

Marcus couldn’t stop himself from staring at the distinctly feminine figure as it approached, still yet to be properly illuminated by any of the badly maintained streetlights that ran parallel with the pothole laden road. From what he could see, she wore a shimmering black and purple mini dress, which had a frilly skirt that flared out, reaching just halfway down her thighs, with a mock version of a bustle at the rear. He noticed that her long, toned legs were encased in a pair of dark stockings that possessed a web-like pattern along the tops, his eyes were drawn to a pair of silver stilettos that added just an extra amount of definition to her already eye-catching legs. A mane of long, curly blonde hair fell across her shoulders, highlighting the scandalous plunge in her costume’s neckline.

The occupants of the final car to pass by shared the same feelings that Marcus had, with their wolf whistles and cat calls echoing in the distance, earning a number of glares from the parents walking hand in hand with their costumed children making their way to their next candy hotspot. They were only encouraged further as the blonde shot a wink their way, waving as they disappeared around the corner.

He rose up slightly once she was walking directly towards him, puffing out his chest as he felt the blood travelling towards his groin. But once her face finally caught the cone of yellow light from the lamp above, he felt a wave of shame for his wandering eyes crashing over him in an instant.

“M-mom?” Marcus stuttered, catching sight of the familiar soft features belonging to Catherine Brakner. He noticed how her carefully applied make-up enhanced her features, with a red blush accentuating her regal cheekbones and a metallic purple lipstick that caused her pouty lips to shine in the light. Though she was just reaching forty two, Marcus couldn’t help but admit that she would have given most of the girls on his college campus a run for their money.

Catherine beamed as she held her arms out, pivoting to show off the rest of the outfit that had clearly come at some expense. “Uh-huh, vat do you vink?” she asked, putting on her best Bela Lugosi impression, enhancing the effecf when her prosthetic fangs caught the light.

“It’s…definitely not what I was expecting,” Marcus admitted, holding back the indecent thoughts that had passed through his mind before the identity of the costume’s wearer had been revealed.

“It’s a little more daring compared to what I would normally wear,” Catherine admitted, smoothing the velvet materiel covering her stomach, “but I’m not old enough to start having to dress up like an old crone just yet. Usually I’ll wear something that would match your father’s costume, but given that I’m going to be making a solo appearance at the town hall I figured that I would follow your theme. So, I went with the Bride of Dracula, if that’s alright?”

“Er, yeah, I guess. It looks great on you,” Marcus replied, suddenly regretting having cheaped out on his own costume, especially when it became apparent just how much effort his mother had put into hers. “The jocks definitely seemed to enjoy it.”

His mother smirked innocently, giving him a dismissive wave as she walked towards the cracked stone stairs leading to the front door of the decrepit manor. “Did they? I wouldn’t look into that too much, a group of drunk football players will take just one look at a good pair of legs and immediately wonder how they can go about getting between them. Are you ready to head inside?”

Marcus nodded, skipping up the steps behind his mother. When they arrived at the top step, they were met with a glowing neon sign that simply read ‘Dr Stein’s’, though it was clear that the years of consistent use had left its mark, with barely half of the tubes managing to light up. Catherine grabbed the gargoyle shaped knocker and gave it one sudden strike, flashing the same whimsical look at Marcus that she had always done whenever the time came to pay a visit to the old manor.

It took a few seconds before the lock could be heard clicking open from the other side. The door was pulled open in a jerky motion and the hinges whined as their decades without lubricant worsened their stiffened condition. Expecting to be met with the typically elaborately made-up host, the pair were instead met with the the sight of a particularly bored teenager, likely just months behind Marcus of age, dressed in an ill-fitting beige trench coat and a bald cap that did a poor job of hiding his messy brown hair.

“Here for the tour?” he asked, in a tone that suggested to the pair that he would have much preferred to have been glued to his phone rather than acting as the host for the decades-old attraction. He perked up slightly once his eyes landed on Catherine, doing a poor job of disguising his gaze as it feasted on her extravagant body.

“Yes!” Catherine replied with a chipper smile, giving her son a lopsided smirk as he bristled at the sight of the host checking out his mother. “Are we the only ones at the moment? It’s usually quite packed.”

The host shrugged, quickly devolving back into his unconcerned demeanour. “Most of the families came here earlier, I guess they just wanted to get it out of the way so they could start going door to door. Want to get started?”

“Absolutely, it wouldn’t be a true Halloween night without a quick tour of the old place,” Catherine stated, providing the door frame with an affectionate pat, pulling it away as flaking paint came away with only the slightest touch, “lead away, Dr. Stein!”

“Alright,” the teenage host replied dispassionately, pulling down a massive switch downwards, which produced a flickering light to simulate the look of sparks and lightning.

As the mother and son crossed the threshold, the decades-old attraction sprang to life and a row of recently added LED torches grew to life, illuminating the narrow hall ahead. Only taking a few steps across the old wooden floor, Marcus heard the concerning sounds of the flooring groaning heavily with each step. He was sure his mother had heard it too, leading her to be more careful where she planted her feet, not wanting to risk getting one of her impossibly thin heels caught between the gaps between the floor boards.

They dutifully followed the unenthusiastic host from door to door, visiting each room to see the ‘horrific’ sights that lay behind every door. But Marcus couldn’t quite shake off the feeling of how rehearsed it all felt, the path they took had never deviated from the days when he was barely knee high, nor did the individual themes of each of the rooms. It lacked the dread and the haunting mystique it had once provided him in his youth.

They slipped inside the main dining hall located at the very rear of the building, which was dominated by a large table that ran from end to end, occupied by a number of dust coated plastic dummies, each of which had been decorated to depict a certain demise. The dummy at the very head of the table sat with its arms folded pensively, with its severed head resting on its side just beside a platter of fake rotting fruit. The rest were either lying face first against their plates, meant to display signs of poisoning, or they had been impaled with a number of different sharpened instruments. Again, nothing about the ‘Dinner Massacre’ had changed since his first ever visit and he believed it was highly likely that anything about it had been altered since the display was first installed in the seventies.

With the first floor covered, the host picked up a cheap replica of a handheld wooden torch and waved it from side to side as they approached the staircase, casting a light on the peeling wallpaper that ran along the winding stairs, triggering the 3-D effect of the portraits of the fictional family that once resided within the manor.

As the pair climbed the creaking staircase, Marcus felt his mother’s eyes turn towards him, ignoring the monotonous monologue of the host as he listed off the various family members, along with the spirits that made their haunting presence known only on October 31st.

“What’s the matter, Marcus?” his mother asked softly, sweeping her blonde voluminous hair from her beautiful face. “You seem like your mind is somewhere else entirely.”

Marcus sighed, not even making an attempt to seem frightened as a malformed taxedermied bird launched from an old cuckoo clock located near the top of the stairs. “You’re not too wrong. I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel the same as it used to. It’s all too predictable, and without dad or the others here to poke fun at the goofy stuff it feels like we’re only going through the motions.”

His comments earned him a disarming smile from his mother, one that never failed to leave him dazzled. “Thank God, and there was me worried that you didn’t want to spend what precious little Halloween time there is left with your mother. I know this place isn’t as frightening as it was when you were younger. Hell, it hasn’t changed much since your grandparents used to bring me here back in the late eighties, and it definitely doesn’t help that our supposed host up there looks less like Dr. Stein and more like Dr. Loomis. Still want to keep going?”

Marcus laughed quietly, taking his mother’s outstretched hand in his own, perking up immediately as they reached the landing of the second floor. They partook in a whispered back and forth as they visited the bedrooms, pointing out and poking fun at the old props that decorated the rooms, particularly whenever they encountered an animatronic that either didn’t function properly or missed a number of its limbs. Coming to the final stop of their tour, they followed the host into the master bedroom, where they found a familiar pair of plastic skeletons resting upon the king size bed, dressed in a black tuxedo and a peach coloured dress.

“And here we’ve arrived at the bedroom belonging to Lord and Lady Perriwinkle,” Dr. Stein proclaimed in a bored tone, making little effort to sound as though he wasn’t reciting the words from a script, lazily holding his arm out towards the dusty bed, “or what’s left of them. Some say that the grief of losing their family to the massacre drove them to their deaths. Others accuse them of being culpable in the massacre, choosing to bring the battle over their inheritance to a brutal end. Alas, we’ll never know the true stor-”

The host’s lifeless reciting of the final act of the story was interrupted by a pinging sound emanating from his pocket. Turning away from his two guests, he snaked a hand into the jeans that were not so well concealed by the trench coat, pulling out his phone. A grin finally rose on his face as he looked at the caller. He immediately answered and turned on his heel, chattering away as he approached the doorway, holding up his index finger as a blunt means of getting the pair to wait for his return. His abrupt departure was registered by a motion sensor located above the door, which triggered the mechanism that slammed the door shut behind him.

“Can you believe that?” Marcus scoffed, pointing his thumb back at the door. “I know the hosts in the past where it’s never exactly Disneyland quality, but they at least put a lot more effort into making the experience feel a little more daunting.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport, he’s probably just speaking with his girlfriend,” Catherine laughed, strutting over to the side of the bed, taking the chance to get a closer look at the different props and contraptions, “even I can remember when I used to sneak off for the night to hook up with someone.”

“Definitely didn’t need to hear that,” Marcus winced. As much as he wished he was, Marcus wasn’t ignorant of the fact that his mother was an attractive woman, something his friends and schoolmates never failed to remind him of. Even in her early forties she still managed to turn heads wherever she went. Shaking his head, he opted to distract himself, attempting to pull the bedroom door open, showing a flicker of genuine concern when it didn’t show signs of budging.

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you haven’t been sowing your wild oats up and down your campus?” his mother raised a blonde eye brow, fiddling with the handles of one of the bedside cabinets, disappointed to discover that they were all glued shut.

“Well, not exactly. I’ve sort of been waiting for, you know, the right sort of girl,” Marcus admitted with an embarrassed blush, which only urged his desire to wedge the thick wooden door open, again to no avail.

“The right girl?” Catherine turned suddenly on her heel, crossing her arms as she stared at her son with an incredulous expression. “Marcus, you’re at college, not a church camp. The whole point of the college experience is to let loose, to break the boundaries your parents placed upon you. You’re not meant to tie yourself down to just one person at eighteen, the only things that should be on your mind at this time in life should be studying, eating, sleeping, and sex. And not necessarily in that order.”

“I’m not just going to get into bed with the first girl I see,” Marcus defended himself, standing on his toes as he tried to get the piston holding the door in place to give way, only to realise that the mechanism had seized up entirely. “Dammit, I think we might be stuck in here.”

“Are we?” Catherine asked. “Try and see if you can get the host’s attention.”

Marcus banged his hand against the door. “Hey! Hey, we can’t get the door open! Are you out there?” Marcus paused briefly, deciding to press his ear against the door when no reply came. Though it was incredibly muffled, he could easily make out the sound of feminine giggling from across the hall, which was followed by the unmistakable sound of bed springs squeaking.

“Anything?” Marcus’s mother inquired, sounding almost at ease with the idea of their unexpected entrapment.

“No, I think he must have invited a girl around. Something tells me that he was hoping we would take the extended wait as a reason to take off while he gives his girlfriend the more personal experience. The balls on that guy.”

“Leave him alone,” Catherine giggled, sauntering back over to the bed, “he’s doing precisely what you should be doing. It’s Halloween, Marcus, it’s the one day of the year where women squeeze themselves into the raciest costumes they can get their hands on, if the opportunity presents itself you go for it.”

“The only problem is that while he’s out there screwing his girlfriend, we’re stuck in here,” Marcus frowned, giving the door a final barge, coughing when the futile attempt only resulted in him being showered by the dust balancing on the flat top of the door frame.

“We’ll make do for now,” Catherine said. She reached over the bed and grabbed one of the skeletons by the shoulders, dragging it off the bed and onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed itself, she gave the plastic representation of Lady Perriwinkle a sharp shove, sending the plastic skeleton toppling over the edge. She settled herself against the headboard and crossed her legs at the ankle, flicking her blue eyes at the space next to her. “Wanna join me? I have an inkling that those two might be a little preoccupied for a good while, there’s no point in wasting energy trying to open a door that can only be operated from the tour guide.”

Marcus reluctantly agreed, glaring at the door one last time before he reached the bedside. He eyed the rose coloured bedding with suspicion before deciding to climb atop it. “Is it really a good idea to be anywhere near this thing? They probably haven’t changed these sheets since Carter was President.”

“Would you live a little?” Catherine smiled, rolling onto her side as she patted the empty space, causing the skirt to ride up high enough to expose most of her alabaster thighs. “The entire room hasn’t seen a lick of fresh paint in decades, so what makes lying on the bed any different? Unless, you’re just waiting for the ‘right girl’ to be in it first?”

“Ha-ha,” Marcus rolled his eyes, deciding to take the plunge and climb on top, dropping himself into place just beside his mother, trying his damndest to keep his eyes averted from her sultry pose. “Any idea how long we might be here? I know you’ve got a party to go to.”

His mother let out a sigh of her own, circling her red painted nails on the bedsheet. “To be completely honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to it. It felt strange to be going somewhere without your father for the night, I’m still getting used to the single’s scene.”

“So why did you go through so much effort putting your costume together? It clearly didn’t come cheap, it fits you far too well,” Marcus reddened once he realised the unintentional compliment about his mother’s slender figure had escaped his lips. “What I meant was, it actually resembles what it looks like on the models wearing it on the packaging.”

“I suppose it is quite a fetching little garment,” Catherine’s ruby lips gave way to a grin that glimmered with devious intent. “If you must know, I wore it for you.”

“Me?” Marcus questioned, turning his head towards his mother, gulping silently when he realised how close they were together on the antique bed. “Really?”

“Like I said, I knew you were going out as Dracula. So I thought it would be fun to dress to match, especially since I don’t have your father to partner up with this year,” she admitted, curling a lock of her silky blonde hair between her fingers, “I didn’t think you would want to visit this place again, not when you had the allure of college life to keep you distracted. I wanted to make our last visit something we could remember.”

Marcus snorted, shifting his body until he too rested on his side facing his mother. “You dressed as a sexy version of Dracula’s bride, along with the both of us being trapped in a bedroom with nothing but an oversized bed and a pair of skeletons purchased from Target? I doubt that I’ll ever forget this.”

“Probably not how I envisioned it, but it’s certainly a lasting memory,” Catherine nodded, bringing her hand to rest against Marcus’s cheek, “but that still doesn’t answer the real question here. Why are you so worried about who you hook up with at college?”

Marcus rolled his eyes, having hoped they had moved past the topic entirely. “I can’t explain it. It just feels strange, picking a girl at random to go to bed with, shouldn’t there be more to it?”

“Not when you’re still finding out who you are,” his mother answered in a soothing voice, “it’s all about exploration, not tying yourself down before you’ve had your fun. Heck, I remember when your brother kept sneaking his latest girlfriend home for some lovin’. As sly as he thought he was, it wasn’t difficult to miss the sound of his head board thumping against his bedroom wall, not that I ever dared to embarrass him by bringing it up. All I’m trying to say, Marcus, is that when you find yourself with a woman who’s more than open to a tumble in the sheets, you should take it.”

“Well, I doubt that will happen anytime soon,” Marcus grumbled, looking at the still firmly locked door, “I’m stuck in a dilapidated old spook house and my only plans for the evening revolve around catching up with some old friends from high school. Hardly the chain of events that would see me in bed with a woman looking for a good time.”

“You say that, yet here you are,” Catherine countered huskily, running her hand across her stockinged thigh. “Currently in a bed, next to a woman in desperate need of a good time.”

Marcus laughed. “I guess I am. Though I’m pretty sure that the box regarding sex won’t see a tick going through it. ”

Catherine shifted and rose up onto her knees, encouraging Marcus to do the same. “Says who?” she asked, resting her hand against Marcus’s knee.

“I get it, still mocking Marcus because he’s not jumping into bed with every girl that catches his attention,” Marcus replied sarcastically, though the look on his mother’s face didn’t seem to show a hint of mockey. “It’s a joke, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Catherine answered, tracing her finger along the collar of her costume.

“You’re not serious? You can’t possibly be serious about something like this?” Marcus exclaimed, surprised to hear his voice displaying a few shards of excitement between the barrage of repulsed indignation.

“Why not? Isn’t this exactly what I suggested you should be looking out for? A comfortable bed and a woman more than willing to give you the real college experience you’ve been neglecting to engage in,” Catherine cupped Marcus’s chin, licking her glossy red lips as she watched a number of emotions pass across his face. “And even in your own words you do find me ‘sexy’, so why not take the opportunity?”

“You know exactly why! You’re my mom, even just speaking about it feels strange!” Marcus reasoned, but doing little to truly rebuff his mother’s suggestion.

Catherine still persisted, planting a loving peck on Marcus’s cheek, leaving a print of her perfect lips behind. “Perhaps, but tonight is Halloween night, the one time of the year where anyone can throw aside their normal lives and adopt a new one, just for a few hours at least. You’re the mysterious Count, lurking in the shadows of his ancestral manor. I’m your loyal bride, always ready to provide you with the pleasure you seek. Still not interested?”

“But what if the host hears us? We sure as hell would have a difficult time explaining that!” Marcus asked, very aware that his resistance to his mother’s offer had almost completely collapsed.

“Well, he doesn’t know who we are. I know from years of having a number of your school friends try and fail to flirt with me that I’m still quite the catch. I can still recall your friend Rupert sneaking a look at my lingerie collection on two separate occasions,” Catherine grinned, twisting herself around until she sat at the centre of the bed. “We don’t exactly have long until Dr Stein over there figures out that we’re still here, so what do you say? Are you up for a little debauchery?”

“I-I…I think I might be,” Marcus admitted, the twinkle in his eyes quickly shifted from deep reluctance to one of hunger. “I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”

Marcus watched his mother slowly slide across the bed, until she was laid out on her back, with her head pressed against the pillows. She lifted her hand and crooked her finger in an inviting manner. With his more rational side outweighed by the seductive look that grew on Catherine’s face, Marcus followed her down, shuffling until he had his hands planted on either side of his head.

“Come on, Count, give your bride the kiss she deserves,” she purred, grabbing Marcus by the cheap bowed tie wrapped around the elongated collar of his shirt, pulling his head down until their lips finally made contact.

Their bodies writhed together, with their hands exploring every inch they could as their lips crashed together. Catherine made the first acceleration of their already taboo coming together, managing to slip her tongue between Marcus’s lips, where it was met eagerly with his.

Marcus leaned back a touch, enough to allow his mom to loosen the buttons of his ivory shirt, giving her the chance to let her hands roam across his surprisingly muscular chest.

“My word, have you been spending the rest of your free time outside lectures at the gym?” Catherine muttered between kisses, moaning as Marcus’s own hand slid beneath the plunging neckline of her dress, kneading her perfectly firm breast that remained cupped by a silk bra.

“Kinda,” Marcus confessed, unaware of the fact that his mom’s skirt had ridden up her soft thighs entirely, leaving his groin grinding against the floral patterned panties that covered her modesty, “not much else to do at college for entertainment, especially during fall.”

“Mmm, it’s a wonder how the ladies aren’t throwing themselves at you as we speak. Maybe I should just be selfish and keep you for myself,” Catherine’s back arched as she felt Marcus’s hard tent bump against her covered mound.

The couple doubled their efforts, with Catherine in particular guiding her hands downwards, until they found what they were looking for. She easily managed to disconnect the buckle of Marcus’s belt, sliding it through the loops of his cheap black pants.

With each move he made, Marcus could feel his pants shifting across his legs, dragged down by the friction produced by the bedding. As nervous as he was about exposing his hardened member to his mom, he didn’t do anything to stop it, even going as far as to speed up the process. Eventually, their clothed exploration of one another reached its end, with Marcus’s cock finally springing forth, throbbing intensely as it waved mere inches from the apex of Catherine’s thighs.

“Oh my,” Catherine gasped, stunned by the size of Marcus’s member, so much so that the taboo nature of having it so close to her barely covered mound didn’t even truly register, “I wasn’t quite expecting that. You should be ashamed of yourself, Marcus. Depriving the women around your campus of the chance to experience something as substantial as that.”

Marcus smiled shyly, glad that his mother’s humour could alleviate the sense of dread he had initially felt so easily. “You’re right, I’ll do better once I get back. Now what? Can we really make this a reality? I wouldn’t have a problem if you chose to stop. All we’ve done so far is make the mistake of getting lost in all the excitement.”

Catherine only shook her head and indicated for Marcus to climb back off of her, giving her ample room to place her feet together and raise them up at Catherine. “No, I know your worried about the ramifications of us stepping over such a sacred line, God knows I am too. But I also know that we’ve come too far to turn back now, I have an inkling that if we don’t take this to its natural end we’ll both live to regret it.”

Marcus’s breathing became shallow as he reached up, delicately encircling his fingers around his mom’s ankles, just below the strap connected to her heels. Slowly, he drew them across her legs, creeping ever closer to her athletic thighs. After a few moments of inching his hands further and further, Marcus’s hands arrived at the lace straps of her panties, his fingers dipped beneath the loops, giving him a firm hold of the flimsy garment.

With a reassuring nod from his mom, Marcus pulled them away, gliding them along her long, smooth legs, until he was able to discard them down by the bedside. He sat in complete silence, staring directly at the tight, wet mound that sat directly between her thighs. His cock twitched with desire at the sight, urging him to embed himself without further delay.

Marcus was all too happy to comply, tossing caution to the wind as he placed his mom’s heeled feet over his shoulders, enabling him to draw himself into position. His hand shook mightily as it grasped his shaft, pointing the tip down so it was directly in line with Catherine’s opening. A jolt shot through his body at the moment his cockhead pressed itself against her slit, nestling itself between her soft folds as it begged for entry. Before he breached her love tunnel, she brought a temporary halt to the final act.

“Hold it, tiger, do you have protection?” Catherine inquired, her voice laced with righteous lust.

Marcus quickly fumbled to retrieve his wallet. Popping the zip open, he was dismayed to find it virtually empty, aside from a few dollar bills and some loose pieces of lint. “None whatsoever. Aren’t you on the pill?”

“Of course I am, but I’m always careful given that it’s not foolproof,” his mother admitted, biting her lip as another shift in Marcus’s position increased the pressure building against her tight slit. “Then again, seeing as this is a night of tricks and treats, would you like to take a risk? To go absolutely raw?”

As if a switch had suddenly been filled in his head, Marcus let out a low growl. Taking a tight hold of her thighs, Marcus pushed forth, gasping triumphantly out loud as his cock made its forbidden entry. He persisted with desperation, not stopping for even a moment of respite until he felt himself bottom out.

“Oh my God!” Catherine moaned, gazing at Marcus with her sky blue eyes, “I can feel you stretching me out! Don’t stop, I want every inch inside me!”

Such a charge request triggered some parts of his mind that Marcus didn’t even know existed, but he found himself in no hurry to ignore it any longer. He dropped his weight and continued his descent, plunging himself deeper and deeper into his mom, maintaining his steady movement until he finally felt the tip of his shaft hit the opening to her womb.

“God, mom, you’re so damn tight!” Marcus hissed.

Marcus ground his teeth together once he found a rhythm, lifting his cock almost all the way out, then embedding it in its entirety over and over. He couldn’t resist his need to bring his hands to rest against Catherine’s narrow waist, just wanting to memorize every sexy curve of her beautifully maintained figure, doing so with the knowledge that there might have never been a chance repeat of the situation he found himself in.

“And you’re so damn big,” Catherine replied with a charming laugh, using her own position to rock her body back and forth, with the old springs being loose enough to give her a pendulum like motion. “It’s almost like we were destined to come together like this, you’re a perfect fit for me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but it definitely feels like it!” Marcus felt boosted once he felt her walls expanding slightly to accommodate him, allowing him to increase his speed a tad more, pressing down with his full weight.

Thrusting at an intense pace, Marcus became less precise with his movements, leading to his mother’s legs falling from his shoulders. The sound of wet smacking filled the dusty old room, only growing in urgency as the familiarity between the illicit couple developed with each thrust of their bodies.

Catherine hastily kicked her heels off, planting her feet against the soft surface of the bed, using her new position as a means of meeting Marcus thrust for thrust. She gasped uncontrollably as she wrapped her arms around his back and and held on for dear life as Marcus launched into her. Her stocking clad legs brushed against Marcus’s waist and locked themselves around it, pulling him in even further.

Marcus felt his eyes clench shut, doing everything he could to block out the pleasurable sensation that built with every glide of his cock against the silky lining of his mother’s pussy, fighting off the alluring desire to let loose. But the most primal form of lust soon found its way to his sense of reason, completely taking him over. Despite his mom’s struggle to meet every one of his heavy thrusts, Marcus knew he couldn’t do much to prevent himself from delivering such striking blows, freely rutting her until she could do little but cry out.

“I can feel it coming, mom!” Marcus whispered, feeling his arms becoming strained by the second with each pump of his swinging hips. “What do you want me to do? Where should I…”

“Do whatever feels right, Marcus, and I think you might know exactly what that is,” his mother brought him into another passionate kiss, stroking the back of his neck with her tender touch.

Marcus brought his lower body bearing down upon Catherine, squeezing the bed sheets between his fingers. With his decision already made, he worked towards his tipping point and relentlessly shoved his cock as deep as possible, which was met by the sensation of her silky tunnel contracting around him. With a strong final thrust, Marcus stopped dead still, heaing as he erupted, shooting ropes of potent seed deep into his mother’s lithe body, keeping his cock rooted as his churning sperm filled her cervix to the brim.

They remained locked in place, waiting for Marcus’s twitching organ to spew its final few frothy drops. After a minute, Marcus could finally dislodge his deflating member and roll away, landing on his back beside his mom. Taking greedy intakes of air, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, content with simply staring at the lines of cracks that ran across the ceiling.

“Marcus?” Catherine spoke quietly, breaking the ice that had formed during the brief silence. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Marcus turned his head to face her, smiling weakly as he spotted the supremely serene expression that had formed on her angelic face. “Yeah. I’m still trying to come to terms with it. How about you?”

Catherine rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin up on the palm of her hand, crossing her ankles in the air. “Considering that I currently have your swimmers navigating their way around my body? Quite at ease,” she beamed, rubbing her thumb across his cheek comfortingly.

A sudden knock on the door alerted the couple, both of whom snapped around to stare at the door, sharing a sigh of relief when they realised it remained locked.

“Hey, are you guys still in there?” the muffled voice of the host shouted out.

“Yeah, the door got jammed. We had to find a way to entertain ourselves while we waited for you to return,” Catherine called out, sharing a conspiratorial smile with Marcus.

“Well, I’m not sure what happened, but the release catch is stuck, the door won’t open,” the host admitted, “I’ll have to get the maintenance guy, but that could take about an hour. Can you hold tight until then?”

“Oh, I reckon we can make the hour fly by,” Catherine winked at Marcus, sitting upright as she started unzipping the back of her dress. Listening to a set of footsteps heading back down the hall, she shrugged the costume off, climbing on top of Marcus. “And I think you and I have a new little Halloween tradition of our own.”

Marcus ran his hands across her thin waist, letting a wide grin expand across his face, feeling his cock growing back to full mast. “I think you might be right!”