Wicked Witch: Mom & Me - Sex Stories

Wicked Witch: Mom & Me

... heard a rustle behind me and turned to see Mom enter the kitchen. I think my jaw hit my chest as I saw her costume! Wicked Witch indeed! A very naughty, wicked witch, I thought. It was like the Wicked Witch from Victoria's Secret or Frederick's of Hollywood. She had on a black blouse with a very deeply plunging neckline which revealed a very sexy cleavage. The blouse was itself gauzily transparent, revealing a sexy, half-cup black bra visible through the gauze. I thought I could even make out the shape of her areolae through the bra! Around her hips was wrapped a similarly gauzy long, black skirt that reached down to the tops of some black boots that reached halfway up her calves. Clipped around her throat was a floaty black cape and topping it was a classic black witch hat. There was a long silence while I drank in this vision. My face felt hot and I could feel my cock stirring in the tight pants. "I guess you like it, eh?" grinned my mother. "Uh, yes, it's ... hot! I hope the moms and dads don't freak out." "Oh, I think it will be OK - fortunately it's pretty dark out there when I open the door. The costume is more for you then them. Now, let's get your costume fixed up. First, let's fix that shirt." For me, I thought? She walked over towards me and as she did I was mesmerized by her outfit, the way her breasts swayed as she walked, the light streaming from behind her silhouetting her legs right up to her crotch. My mouth felt dry and I couldn't say anything. "We need to ...

... get those sleeves torn up as though those big arms just swelled right out of that shirt." she said. As she said this her glance dropped down as though checking out another swelling lower down and I blushed. She grinned evilly at me then reached out and grabbed the left sleeve of my shirt. She pulled hard on the two sides of the sleeve and with a loud ripping sound it tore up to the elbow. "Perfect!" she exclaimed and grabbed the other sleeve and yanked. This one proved more resistant and refused to rip. "Grrr," she growled and stepped closer to get more leverage. As she did her left breast was pressed against my naked chest and, as she strained to tear the fabric it rubbed up and down across my chest. It felt wonderful. Then the fabric tore with a long ripping sound all the way up to mid-bicep. As it did, Mom stepped back and halted, breathing deeply from the effort. This caused her breasts to heave against the gauzy fabric, thrusting out her nipples, especially the left one which had rubbed against my chest. They were clearly erect, the stiff points making little peaks out the fabric. I couldn't help but stare. "Well, that looks better doesn't it?" she said as she caught her breath. It wasn't clear to me whether she meant my shirt or her tits. Her tits certainly looked better to me. She saw the direction of my gaze and glanced down. When she looked up she had that evil, sexy smile again and her gaze dropped to my crotch again and her grin broadened. "Well," she finally said ...