Long time no post. I've kinda gotten the writing itch recently and will be back at it. I'll continue the mom ass bombs story as well as the poll stories but first this story has come out pretty nicely so I will be posting it first.


My name is Diego, and I was never one for dressing up on Halloween. But this year, my white friend Jackson begged me to join him in going around our suburban neighborhood trick or treating. I was apprehensive at first, as it wasn't the norm for someone like me to go out dressed up as a character that wasn't Latino. However, Jackson insisted, and I finally gave in.

"Ding-Dong" rang out from the front door, and I eagerly ran down to answer the door. I opened it to find Jackson dressed as Iron Man and carrying a giant bucket, ready for candy.

"Wow, Diego, you look great!" he said, gestowing the Iron Man mask and staring at me in awe. I had decided to dress up as Spider-Man, and was feeling pretty cool about my choice.

"Let's go, vamos," I said, leading the way toward the next house.
"
Hey! Where do you boys think you're going? Come back here!" shouted my mother from behind me. I froze in my tracks, knowing she meant business whenever she yelled like that.

As I turned around, I was shocked to see my mother, an extremely voluptuous woman, dressed up as the joker. She wore a red and orange suit, with green hair, and a smile of clown teeth. Her enormous tits and ass stretched the fabric of the costume, and I couldn't believe she was actually willing to leave the comfort of her home just for a few pieces of sugary treats.

Jackson and I walked sheepishly back towards her, preparing ourselves to be scolded.

"You boys think I'd let you go trick or treating by yourselves? Ha! No way, not while mommy's around. Let's go have some fun, and collect all the candy!" she exclaimed, and we reluctantly followed her down the driveway.

My mother definitely stood out, catching the attention of the neighbors. All the kids and parents stared at her voluminous, curvaceous body as we walked past, and it wasn't long before a group of other costumed children began to follow us. It was amazing to me how much of an attraction my mom was, and many people were snapping pictures of her huge ass and tits. She, however, paid no attention and continued walking forward and ringing doorbells.

As the night went on, I noticed Jackson and mom were getting along pretty well, and they would even make small talk whenever I was out of earshot.

"Wow, Diego, you're mom's amazing," said Jackson after a long night of trick or treating.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool," I replied, "although I wish she could get off my case every now and then."

"Seriously?" he said, "You have no idea how lucky you are. My mom's always nagging me. All she cares about is school and chores. And she's not even as hot as your mom."

"I guess I never really thought about it that way."

"Plus, my mom is pretty flat," he said, staring at my mom's tits, "and she definitely wouldn't wear a costume like that. But your mom is a total MILF."

"A MILF?" I asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"Yeah, a milf, you know, a mom you'd like to f-" he started before I interrupted him.

"Whoa, don't even finish that sentence," I said, not wanting to imagine my friend fucking my mom.

We made our way back to our cul-de-sac, and everyone in the group was happily carrying their loot of candy.

"Well, everyone, I hope you had a good time tonight," said my mom, "and don't forget to brush your teeth!"

As everyone started walking back towards their homes, I noticed Jackson was lingering, staring at my mom.
"Jackson, you can go home now," I said.

"What? Oh, right," he said, turning around, "See ya' tomorrow, Diego!"

It was only me and my mom left, and we started walking back towards our house.

"Hey mom," I asked, "why didn't you drive us to all these houses? Walking was exhausting."

"Because, mijo, it's not about where you go, it's about the journey, the experience. If we took the car, we would have missed the beautiful scenery, and the amazing people," she said.

I looked back at her, surprised. This was the first time my mom had ever been so...profound. I usually had a different opinion of her, one that involved her being naggy and annoying. But this, this was new, and I appreciated her words.

"Besides, the car is in the shop," she said, breaking the moment.

We arrived at our house and put the candy on the counter. As I made my way to my room, I could hear my mom taking off her clothes and heading for the shower.

"Wow, I am so sore," she said, stretching her arms and back, "I didn't think I would get this tired from a little walking."

As she stretched, I couldn't help but notice her giant tits rising and falling with every movement. They looked so firm, and yet so soft and inviting. The way her nipples were growing erect, and her massive ass was pushing against the counter, gave me an instant hardon.

"Hey mom," I said, "I'm glad I went trick or treating with you. It was fun."

"Aww, thanks sweetie," she said, making her way towards me and giving me a big hug.

As she embraced me, I felt her huge breasts smothering my body, and her nipples were pushing through her nightgown and poking me in the face. I looked down, and noticed her ass cheeks spreading, and a small portion of her pussy peeking out. I was beginning to get extremely aroused, and had to turn around before things got out of hand.

"Okay, well I'm going to go to sleep," I said, scurrying off to my room.

"Okay honey, I'll see you tomorrow," she said, walking over to her bedroom.

I closed the door behind me and immediately pulled my pants down. My cock was rock hard, and I couldn't wait to give it some relief. As I sat down on my bed, I grabbed ahold of my cock and began stroking it, thinking about my mom's huge tits. I imagined her giant mounds pressed against my chest, as she jerked my cock and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

"Does that feel good, honey?" she would ask, "Do you want mommy to take care of it for you?"

"Yeah mom, it feels amazing," I would reply.

"How about this," she would say, licking the tip of my cock, before taking the entire length down her throat.

My mom was sucking my dick with so much enthusiasm, I couldn't control myself. I grabbed ahold of her green hair and began thrusting into her mouth. She moaned with each thrust, enjoying my cock in her mouth.

"That's it, honey," she moaned, "use me like a little slut."

This would cause me to go over the edge, and I began spewing load after load of cum down my mother's throat. She swallowed it all, and licked her lips clean.

"Mmm, that was delicious, son. I think mommy's going to have to do that again sometime," she said.

My cock began to twitch, and I realized I was cumming, all over my bed sheets. I had never come so hard before, and was feeling weak. As I cleaned myself up, I couldn't believe the thoughts I was having about my own mother. But something inside me was telling me that she felt the same way. Maybe it was the way she was dressed up or the way she embraced me. Whatever it was, I knew I had to find out soon.

I lay down on my bed, and couldn't help but feel guilty. Here I was, a young Latino boy, about to sleep, dreaming of his milf of a mother. I just couldn't shake the thoughts, and I needed to know how she truly felt about me.

"Look, Jackson, I understand how you feel," I said, trying to be as understanding as possible, "but I'm sorry, I can't let you date my mom."

"But, Diego, I'm in love with her," he pleaded, "can't you give me a chance?"

"I'm sorry, Jackson, but no," I said, my resolve firm.

"I guess I have no choice but to prove to you how much I love her," he said, determined.

With that, Jackson walked away, leaving me confused. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I was worried he might do something to hurt my mom. I decided to keep a close eye on him, just in case.

The next day, Jackson approached me at school, a determined look on his face.

"I'm going to tell your mom I love her," he said, "and you're going to help me."

"What? I'm not going to help you," I replied, shocked.

"Yes you are," he said, pulling out a stack of photos, "because if you don't, I'll show these to the whole school."

I took the photos from him, and was horrified to see they were all of my mom, naked. Jackson must have taken them through the window of our house. There were pictures of her in the shower, of her changing clothes, and even of her masturbating.

"Jackson, how could you do this?" I asked, furious.

"I did what I had to do," he said, "now are you going to help me or not?"

I knew I had no choice. If these pictures got out, my mom would be humiliated. I had to help Jackson.

"Fine, I'll help you," I said, defeated.

"Good," he said, a smug look on his face, "we'll start tonight."

That night, Jackson came over to my house, ready to confess his love to my mom. I could tell he was nervous, but also excited. I felt conflicted, knowing that I was helping my best friend get together with my mom, but I knew it was the right thing to do.

Jackson and I sat down at the dinner table, waiting for my mom to bring out the food. We made small talk, both of us too nervous to say what was really on our minds. Finally, my mom walked in, carrying a steaming pot of tamales.

"Here we are, boys," she said, placing the pot on the table, "dig in!"

Jackson and I eagerly served ourselves, savoring the delicious aroma of the tamales. As we ate, Jackson kept glancing over at my mom, trying to work up the courage to tell her how he felt. Finally, after finishing his tamales, he spoke up.

"Diego, can you go to your room while I talk to your mom?" Jackson asked, nervously.

I reluctantly agreed and made my way to my room. As I closed the door, I could hear Jackson and my mom talking. I pressed my ear against the door, eager to hear what was being said.

"Mrs. Garcia, I have something important to tell you," Jackson started, his voice shaking.

"What is it, Jackson?" my mom asked, her voice calm and reassuring.

"I...I...I love you," Jackson blurted out, "I've loved you ever since I met you. You're the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever seen. Please, will you go out with me?"

There was a long pause, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous for Jackson, and also for myself. If my mom rejected him, it would be devastating for both of us. But if she accepted his confession, it would change our lives forever.

Finally, my mom broke the silence.

"Jackson, I'm flattered," she said, her voice soft and gentle, "but I think you're a little too young for me. I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you."

"I'm not too young, I just turned 18 last month," Jackson pleaded, "and I love you, Mrs. Garcia, more than anything."

My mom sighed, clearly conflicted. I could tell she was attracted to Jackson, but she was worried about the age difference. I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Jackson, I'm sorry, but the answer is still no," my mom said, her voice firm.

"Please, Mrs. Garcia, I'll do anything," Jackson begged.

My mom paused, considering Jackson's offer. I waited with bated breath, anxious to hear what she would say.

"Anything, huh?" my mom finally replied, "Well, I suppose we could go on one date, and if you impress me, I might consider going out with you again."

Jackson let out a whoop of joy, and I could hear him hugging my mom. I felt conflicted, happy that Jackson was getting the chance to go out with my mom, but also jealous that it wasn't me.

The next few weeks were filled with anticipation as Jackson prepared for his date with my mom. He spent hours researching restaurants and movies, determined to make the perfect night for my mom. I tried to act supportive, but deep down I was jealous and resentful of Jackson's opportunity.

The night of the date finally arrived, and Jackson was a bundle of nerves. He paced around the house, muttering to himself, as he waited for
my mom to finish getting ready. I watched from the sidelines, unable to shake the feeling of unease.

Mom was finally ready to leave, and my mom looked amazing. She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated her curves, and her makeup was flawless. She looked like a goddess, and I felt my cock stirring in my pants.

"Now, remember, Jackson," my mom said sternly, "this is just one date. Don't get any ideas."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Garcia, I'll be a perfect gentleman," Jackson said, his voice shaking.

"That's what I'm worried about," my mom said, smiling.

With that, they left for their date, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I couldn't help but think about all the things that could happen on their date. Would they kiss? Would they have sex?