During Covid lockdown, I was home with my parents, since my university had gone to remote classes. We all had a lot of time on our hands, and like everyone else, we ended up binge watching some old TV series. Some we would watch together as a family, others my parents would watch while I was zooming classes or doing homework. I recommended several series to them that I had seen before, and they took me up on a few, and really enjoyed them.
One that I recommended to them around Halloween was American Horror Story. Each season is a totally different storyline with all new characters, but the first season was about a haunted house. And one particular situation on that season is when someone shows up in the bedroom in a latex sex suit, and the wife assumes it's her husband. Those scenes had really turned me on back when I saw them, so when I thought about the fact that my mother would be watching them, it made me wonder what she would think. If the whole rape fantasy would excite her. And the more I thought about that, the more I started fantasizing about me being in the suit, and her thinking it was my dad.
When they watched those episodes, I made it a point to hang around in the dining room where I could hear them. They tended to chat during shows, and talk about them after, so I was able to hear my mom exclaim, "Oh my God! I bet that's not her husband!"
Dad said, "Now there's an idea for Halloween!"
Mom joked, "You try it and I'll kill you!"
I hadn't really fantasized about my mom before. Maybe it was being stuck at home and not having any access to any other girls. Maybe it was just being older and starting to see her as a MILF. Regardless, I began to obsess over the idea of sex with my mother, of seeing her completely naked, of fucking her. I watched her more closely around the house. I masturbated every night to her. My porn selections turned entirely to mother/son. And in every story, there was always some triggering event that got the two of them over the barriers that they held in their heads. At this point, I was well over mine, but I had no reason to suspect she would ever want to fuck me.
I didn't want to risk a freak-out by letting her catch me masturbating or leaving my incest porn on the screen for her to find. Because I already knew what I wanted that triggering event to be. But I did start going around the house in less clothes when dad was out and finding excuses to step out of the bathroom in a towel. Just planting notions in her head.
Dad's work did require him to come into the office a couple of days a week, so it was common that Mom and I would be alone. And the golf course was open. Even that fall, we live in Florida, so he played most days. But he was home in the evenings, so my time with Mom was hit or miss.
Then they decided to drive up to Georgia and spend a week with my grandmother for Thanksgiving, and I used studying for finals as an excuse to stay home. It was my first time alone in months. I wasted no time ordering a latex suit from some place on the internet, with a planned delivery while they were out. Despite the shock of how much it cost, I was thrilled just to take this step in my plan. When it arrived, of course I tried it on. I am roughly my dad's size, though thinner in the waist, so I wrapped my belly with some bandages before trying on the black suit. It was a good thing I had plenty of time to practice. I learned that a little lotion was a great idea, and I learned that too much lotion was a mess.
The first night, I sat in the living room in the suit, with just my cock and balls hanging out, and my mouth unzipped. I watched porn on the big screen with the volume turned all the way up and I edged myself for most of the night before finally exploding while some actress on the TV was yelling, "Fuck me, son! Put a baby in me!"
I found a good hiding place in my closet for the suit and then I drove up to Georgia in time for Thanksgiving dinner. My eyes were glued to Mom the whole time. Nobody noticed, except that she caught me looking at her a couple of times and just smiled and said, "I am so glad you were able to come up."
Back at home, things settled into the routine. Though I started watching more TV and movies with Mom when Dad was out. I sat beside her on the couch and touched her more often. She welcomed the contact, but it didn't really lead anywhere. But it let me smell her. And maybe at some level she could smell my pheromones. Maybe something very primal was happening between us.
It was nearing Christmas when I got my chance. Dad had a four-day client meeting in Orlando. It was far enough away that he wouldn't be coming back every night but close enough that my mother might believe he would sneak back for some sexy surprise.
I waited until well after midnight on the second night. I was so excited as I put on the suit, I was afraid I would cream myself. If I hadn't been edging myself for weeks, I might have.
I slipped into her bedroom. She was asleep on her side. A nightlight was giving off enough light for me to see and be seen. I lifted the covers from her body. She was sleeping in one of Dad's big T-shirts. I stepped towards her. Was I really going to do this?
I placed my gloved hand over her mouth. Her eyes sprung open and all I saw was terror. I held my hand there and stroked her hair with my other hand, and then she made the connection. She thought I was Dad giving her the ultimate rape fantasy.
