Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Halloween Night - Katie's Grandma sends a skimpy anime Sailor Moon knock off costume with a Cow theme for her to wear. Her mom insists she put it on and go trick or treating with the full ensemble! Embarassed Nude Female Story/CMNF Set in the Girl's Don't Need Modesty Universe
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Food Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Public Sex ENF Halloween
“Mom, this outfit is ridiculous. It doesn’t fit,” I complained for the fifth time, but my mom dismissed my concerns about the absurd Halloween costume she was making me wear tonight.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Katie! Every year, you and your friends dress as slutty nurses, slutty cowgirls, slutty genies, slutty cops, and your bikinis don’t leave a lot to the imagination.
“They weren’t SLUTTY nurses, they were naughty nurses,” I blushed with a little chagrin. I struggled to get the red knee-high stockings that came with it on. They were tight and sexy in a trashy sort of way.
“The outfit your grandmother bought doesn’t say slutty OR naughty on the package! It’s cute! It’s Sailor Moon! You used to love that cartoon.”
My mom insisted on helping me change into it.
“It’s a cheap knock-off brand, Mom! It doesn’t say Sailor Moon, it says SAILOR MOO,” I showed her the package.
My mother looked at it and shrugged dismissively. “Yeah, I guess it has to be a cheap knock-off to avoid copyright. So what, Katie? Your grandmother didn’t buy you the authentic outfit, so you are going to pitch a fit?”
“It comes with a cowbell,” I rang the clanky brass bell that came with it.
“Oh wow, that’s really nice! I thought that was plastic!” My mom immediately began to hang it around my neck.
“Oh great, now everywhere I go I’ll be making a ding-dong, ring-a-ding-dong, sound,” I jingled it for effect.
“That’s hilarious! Yeah, do that! Your grandmother and aunt will love that.”
“Aunt Brittany is coming with us?” I frowned. I liked my aunt well enough. I didn’t like my cousins, Tiffy and Jessie.
“Tiffy is your best friend at school!” Mom said to me as she helped me put on the white strapping Sailor Moon shoulders. It was way too tiny for my body.
I frowned because she was also my biggest rival. She and I were all smiles when we saw each other, but secretly we were always talking behind each other’s backs and stealing each other’s boyfriends.
“Tiffy is going to have a field day with how I am dressed,” I frowned as my mom tied the yellow boy in front of my chest.
“Just tell her your grandma sent it. Wouldn’t be a real kick in her stuck up ass if you got something from grandma and she didn’t?”
I was thinking quite the opposite. It would be hilarious if Tiffy were just as humiliated by her costume as I was starting to feel. I couldn’t admit that to my mom without seeming petty. “This might have fit me two years ago, but my boobs are popping out, Mom! Surely, it comes with a bra?”
“Just be thankful you have nice tits that stick straight out,” Mom grabbed my under boob and lifted it. “You don’t need a bra with those puppies,” my mom admired my tits and made me blush. “I don’t see anything in the package, anyway.
“They sprung for an authentic brass bell,” I flicked the bell, and it made a satisfying ting when my painted fingernails hit it. “They cheeped out on the top? This is made out of paper! It’s going to fly away.”
“It’s not made out of paper,” Mom insisted and adjusted it. I think she realized that it was made out of some sort of papier-mache after she declared that it wasn’t paper and was too proud to admit her mistake. “Oh, look at this tiara!” She changed the subject.
“Those are cow ears!”
“Oh, ha-ha, yeah,” she noticed the white and black spotted theme. “I guess you really are Sailor Moo! Well, you’ve got the boobs for it! You’ll be a regular milk maid!”
“Mom, stop poking my tits,” I frowned when she tickled me with a poke. My mom has always been very handsy and huggy with us while we were growing up.
At that moment, my little brother Kevin barged right into my mother’s room without knocking, like he had every right to be nosy. “Hey, what’s the hold up? Candy won’t collect itself! It’s Halloween, Ladies!”
He never knocked when he wanted to walk into my room – but I was surprised that he would do the same thing in my parents’ room. I’d never be able to get away with that!
Kevin fancies himself a bit of a comedian, and my mother dotes on him. He can do no wrong in her eyes. He’s her golden boy at all times.
I let out a hiss and an exasperated sigh as I dashed to try to cover myself in vain. I felt like I was jiggling and popping out everywhere.
Mom heard it and did not look up from the counter, only grinning as she waved a hand as if she’d been expecting him all along. “Stop bouncing around so much like a nervous Nelly, Katie! It’s just Kevin! You are going to be wearing this outfit around total strangers, and he’s your brother!”
Kevin’s churlish upper lip curled into a cocky smirk, and he folded his arms and struck a heroic pose. He was dressed as a dashing Jedi Knight, wearing a brown tunic and wielding his own realistic blue lightsaber.
“Hold on to your Halloweener, and candy balls,” Mom flashed a wry grin. She might look like the Mom from the Brady Bunch, but she had a couple of glasses of wine before Halloween, and she was feeling a little loose. “Your sister is being fussy!”
“Holy Crap, Sis! Are you Sailor Moon or Sailor Uranus?” he asked with a big grin on his enthusiastic face.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Kevin! I am not going to show you my anus,” I wasn’t going to walk into his joke about Uranus. “I am Sailor Moo, a cheap knock-off.”
“Oh, that’s even cooler! I love that, a hybrid cow-human – you are a Ushigami!”
It sounded like he just made that term up.
“An Oosh-a-give me? That sounds just like your older sister,” Mom laughed at me. We’ve recently been fighting because she gives my little brother an allowance but not me.
“I do chores around the house, so it should be OOSH-A-EARNED IT,” I said as I folded my arms over my yellow bow. It was the most precariously placed part of the costume. The thin paper material was already pulling tight against the brass cowbell hanging from my neck.
Mom stopped fussing with the white strapping and looked at me, the wry grin fading a little. Kevin took the opening and leaned against the doorframe, a picture of confident boredom.
“You’re almost in college, Katie,” Mom said, holding up a small piece of the tie. She didn’t look like she was debating or wanted a response from me. She looked like she was stating the time. “You can get an actual job if you need money. I’m not running a charity here. You are expected to contribute to the house just like I am. You need to learn to run your own life one day. Kevin still has time.”
“But Kevin gets fifty dollars a week just for existing, and I never got money at his age,” I countered. The air-conditioner was chilly, and I was directly under it. The cold air made my nipples involuntarily expand under the paper bow.
“My parents didn’t believe girls would be responsible, and I didn’t get an allowance either, Katie! Do you hear me asking them for fifty bucks a week now? Your father and I are making more money now. Can’t you just be happy for your brother that he gets something even if you don’t get it too?”
“I am a Morale officer! I keep everyone laughing and I keep the heads spinning, baby,” Kevin swung his light saber around and approached us like he was going to cut his down with it.
“I surrender, I surrender,” Mom playfully held her arms up while he dealt with her. Then he turned on me and tapped my Sailor Moon staff. “Pick it up, Sailor Moon! It’s time you and I had it out, once and for all! Winner gets my allowance! Mano a Mano!”
The pink plastic staff that they included in my costume was flimsy and cheap. I grabbed it simply to parry away his wild swings.
“You look like the six-fingered man that killed my father. My name is Inigo Montoya. Prepare to die”. He spoke in a swarthy over-the-top Spanish accent as he lunged and dodged around me, smacking my butt with the tip of his saber while I spun in circles.
“I thought you were a Jedi,” Mom giggled as she watched him expertly corner me while I batted away his jabs the best that I could.
“Mom! Make him stop! I am bouncing out of this thing!”
“Inconceivable,” he adopted a lisp and quoted one of his favorite movies, The Princess Bride, again. “You killed a man’s father, and yet you would deny him justice?” he started trying to lift the hem of my impossibly short blue skirt in the back while dashing behind my back.
“You little perv,” I swung the staff and missed him, lunging into my mom’s bed.
“Hang on! Don’t mess up my room, guys,” Mom frowned, but didn’t intervene. She was amused by his antics and thought I was just playing along – which technically I was.
“You owe me two dollars! Where are my two dollars!” he called as he tried to goad me into fighting him harder by lifting my skirt in the back and whapping me on my bottom. He loves that line, it’s from some movie from the eighties where a relentless kid that looks just like him won’t give up his dogged pursuit of some paper route money he is owed.
“I’ll give you two dollars’ worth of this staff up your butt!” I promised as I tried in earnest to deliver a hard strike back to his little meaty ass, but failed to connect.
“When all are dead, you can go through their clothes and look for loose change. I shall have my two dollars when I defeat Buttercup!”
My little brother has called me Buttercup as a nickname for as long as I can remember. She’s the actual princess from the movie The Princess Bride.
“I am not Buttercup, I am Sailor Moon,” I insisted as I swung wildly, causing my tits to bounce a little out of the bow.
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours,” he lifted his saber in salute and offered a draw to our battle.
“It’s super weird for my little brother to say I have perfect breasts,” I blushed.
“Would you rather he says they are saggy and droopy like mine?” Mom jiggled her big naturals. She was dressed in a skimpy white top and red skirt. It was the outfit she always wore for Halloween. I think she was supposed to be a slutty nurse, but I’ve never asked.
“I’d rather he not try to lift my skirt to see my big fat butt crack!” I brushed the pleats of the skirt smooth and turned a little red.
“I have no desire to see your porthole, dear Buttercup! My aim as an honorable Jedi was victory, through humiliating my opponent, not slaying them! How else would you learn a lesson?” he said in an arrogant faux-British accent like he was Obi-Wan Kenobi. I merely wanted to lift your skirt and expose your Fuku!”
“A fuck you?” Mom asked with an amused grin if she had heard correctly. I thought that’s what he said as well.
“A Fuku is a Japanese garment, worn under the skirt, I presume that is what my dear sister Buttercup has upon her fundament on this spending Hallow’s Eve?” he continued speaking like a devil-may-care, British fop.