Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 I love creating the images for the story, almost as I do writing this one.
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 Illustrated
My mom hugged her sister at the door. They aren’t shy about trading hugs and kissing on the lips. They are both big, voluptuous women, and my Aunt wore a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a white shirt, pleated skirt, white stockings, and black saddle shoes.
“If you weren’t sisters, people might think you are lovers,” Dad grinned at them wickedly.
“We love each other very much,” my aunt smiled as she walked into the house and gave my father a huge kiss on the mouth. “I love you too, Mike.”
“Hey, come back here and give me some more loving.” Dad pulled my aunt closer and gave her another kiss before releasing her.
“Anytime, anywhere, as long as you taste like Chocolate and Peanut Butter,” she said as she stalked over to my little brother next. Kevin was already smiling in anticipation.
He’s scrawny, and my aunt is a full-figured Amazonian woman with big natural boobs. She picked him up, held her to his chest, and gave him a huge kiss. “I love you too, my little man! Look how big you are getting! What are you supposed to be?”
“A JEDI!”
“Is that a light saber you are holding, or are you just glad to see me?” my aunt smiled salaciously as she let him down and turned to me.
“Katie, my god, where are you stripping at? You look good enough to work night shift, honey! Don’t let them put you on day shift with that pretty blonde wig of yours,” she stroked my blonde wig and leaned in to kiss me.
Aunt Brittany’s hand lingered delicately on my cheek after the stroke. She’s always been touchy-feely like my mom, so I didn’t think much of it. It definitely could look sexy as she leaned in and held my chin, so that I looked up at her and kissed my lips.
Her breath smelled like the cheap wine Mom was drinking earlier, and her perfume was heavy, sweet, and synthetic, overwhelming the light scent of our living room. I wouldn’t have been able to avoid her kiss. My Aunt Brittany was just as assertive as my mother when it came to affection.
I could taste her cherry lipstick as her tongue darted playfully between my lips, just enough to be flirtatious and not sexual.
When she pulled back, she kept her big, warm hand clamped on my cheek, forcing me to look at her.
“My little Buttercup,” she said, her voice dropping. “You are just delicious in this costume. You know I always said you had the best tits in the family, right?”
She arched an eyebrow as she lifted my bow in the front and noticed my exposed and engorged nipples. “Wow, I like it! Cow udders that you can actually milk!”
I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t speak. My aunt offered me a conciliatory sweet laugh and a naughty wink. “Did I ring your bell?” she said as she clinked it.
The worst part was that the kiss had turned me on so much that I was dripping all over the Fuku, and it was bunching up and getting sticky between my thighs.
“Don’t mind Katie, she’s acting like she’s got a corn cob up her butt, because Mom sent her a butt plug with the costume she bought her,” My mom frowned.
“What?” My aunt simply had to see it. She was so excited. “Oh my god! What the fuck!” she laughed as she held it up and sniffed it for no apparent reason. “Why aren’t you wearing it?”
“She won’t commit to the role,” Dad laughed.
I couldn’t believe my entire family was having a laugh about why I didn’t have a butt plug in my ass.
“Katie, you are a cow. People want to hear you say moo, and ring-a-ding-dong your bell.” Tiffy approached me, gave me a curt kiss on the lips and a very insincere hug as she rang my bell and evaluated my costume compared to hers.
Jessie stood off to the side. He was shy and nerdy, just like my little brother.
Naturally, Tiffy wanted to soak up all the attention in the room when she came in for a hug. My best friend – my greatest rival at school.
She’s fucked my boyfriends more times than I’ve fucked them, but they were her boyfriends before I stole them. We bicker, we fight, we compete, but we love each other.
Tiffy pulled back from the hug and examined the cheap paper of my top. “Oh, honey. That is just tragic. Did Grandma buy that at a dollar store?” She flipped the silver necklace that hung from her neck, the polished metal glinting. “Grandma sent me a high-end Disney cosplay costume. I’m channeling Tinkerbell—the original Disney bad girl—but in high-fashion silk.”
My natural envy started to spike as I evaluated my cousin’s costume. She was gorgeous and wore a costume that looked professional, like it belonged in a Disney parade. She was Tinkerbell, and every part of the outfit looked like an authentic character that just walked off duty at a Main Street Parade in the Magic Kingdom.
Her shoulders were exposed, and even though she had smaller boobs than me, her cleavage was on maximum display.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, cute legs, a short green dress, and a curvy wand made of wood. The skirt was impossibly short, made of dozens of layers of iridescent silk petals that rustled with noise when she moved. She carried a delicate, silver fairy wand that glittered with crystals. A thick, silver neck harness encircled her throat.
She could tell that I had taken her measure and found that she had the superior costume just by looking in my eyes – that bitch.
On her back, her gossamer wings flitted as if she could really move them. I suspected the collar around her neck was connected to them because as she turned a little, they naturally flapped.
“You have to commit to the bit, Katie!” The sounds of tiny bells jingled as she stood in front of me.
“You certainly did,” I sniffed the air, “Tinkersmell!”
Tiffy smelled great, but it was all I had – a cheap shot.
“Girls, can we save the cat-fighting for the trick or treating? You can tear each other’s hair out at Mr. Johnson’s haunted house and scare people away with your annoying behavior!” My mom was ready to leave.
I wanted to point out that nothing said I had to Moo or wiggle a cow tail, but I didn’t get a chance to speak. She had simply made that up out of thin air. Tiffy seized the moment before I got a chance to speak...
“Hang on,” Tiffy whined, the tiny bells attached to her wings jingling with emphasis. “If Katie doesn’t have to Moo when someone says trick or treat, or shake her little cow tail, then why do I have to jingle jangle and sprinkle fairy dust?” my cousin pouted.
“Daylight is burning, girls!” Mom was at the door and ready to go.
“You just want to go check out that cute neighbor that lives next door,” Dad smiled at my mother.
“He is one handsome motherfucker,” my mom grinned sheepishly. My parents were secure enough in their marriage that they frequently talked about how attractive other people were to them.
“That guy who drives the Mustang?” My aunt smiled knowingly. “I’d like to find out if he is packing fun-size Snickers or if he has the full bar!”
“MOM!” Tiffy chastised her mom. “What would Dad say?”
“He’d say to bring him back a Mounds bar, and we’ll call it even,” my aunt snickered playfully. I got the impression that they were talking about dicks and pussies and that my aunt and uncle were swingers. They didn’t say they were, but they liked to be flirtatious.
“Look, the rule is simple,” my mom said firmly.
“Almond Joy’s got nuts, Mounds don’t?” Kevin interjected with perfect comic timing, causing everyone to laugh hysterically – some of us without realizing why.
“Yes,” my mom smiled and blushed like Kevin had guessed a secret password that he shouldn’t know. “Whatever you wear for Halloween is WHAT you are for Halloween. If another trick-or-treater comes up to you and expects you to battle them as a Jedi, what are you going to do?”
“Teach them that violence is NEVER the answer,” Kevin adopted a stoic and contemplative pose and then launched into a fighting stance. “Then KICK THEIR ASS WITH THE FORCE! KEE-YA!” he came at Jessie, swinging the light Sabre, and they sparred.
“Exactly, you will talk as a Jedi, walk as a Jedi, and if anyone says Trick or Treat or Happy Halloween, you’ll respond with what?”
“May the Force be with you,” Kevin said, stopping his mock duel with Jessie. He straightened his arm and raised his hand, palm forward, fingers spread with the middle and ring held apart in the old Vulcan salute.
“That’s live long and prosper,” Jessie insisted. I knew my brother was just joking around, though. He’s a super nerd. He knows the reference.
“What are you supposed to be, Jessie?” My mom finally noticed Jessie standing there quietly. He’s been ogling my boobs ever since they sprouted, and it makes me uncomfortable.
“Puppet Master, at your service, M’lady.” Jessie gave an exaggerated bow and swept off his top hat. Thin cords hung from his belt, coiled neatly like props but ready for use, each ending in a small loop he could hook to a wrist or ankle when the moment came. He seemed quite pleased with his homemade Steampunk outfit.
He and my brother were huge games and Dungeons and Dragons nerds, and just like Kevin, his mother doted on him.
“Which one of us will be your marionette?” his mother asked him with a huge, loving grin.
He blushed bashfully.
“Jessie will put anyone on the end of his little ropes that doesn’t follow tonight’s rule, and becomes an obstinate silly-puss,” my mom grabbed his cheeks and pulled. Then she leaned in and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. “Yummy, Root Beer!”
“Salty,” he licked his lips, and wiped my mother’s saliva from his mouth like it disgusted him.
“So, I’ve been told!” My mom looked knowingly at my father.
“Hey, if you want more, you’ll have to do more than apply mouth-to-mouth when you visit that handsome neighbor, naughty nurse,” Dad said.
“Oh yeah, I guess the rule applies to me as well. I am a nurse, or maid, and I suppose I am always cleaning up and healing boo-boos,” Mom mused, without addressing what my father said.
I got the distinct impression my parents might be swingers as well.
“I am Brittany Spears, so if anyone wants me to shave my head and have a meltdown, I am game, you just need to supply the Quaaludes and Margaritas!” My Aunt Brittany let out a hearty laugh.
“MOM!” Tiffy chided her mother’s outrageous statement. I wasn’t the only one who thought my mom was embarrassing.
“No, seriously, if anyone tells me Trick or Treat or Happy Halloween, what should I do?” my Aunt asked my mother.
“Don’t ask me, ask the master of the house,” my mom grinned at my father.
“As Master of the house,” Kevin interrupted and spoke like an old-timey British nobleman. He was joking around.
“Go ahead, Master,” Dad grinned at him and winked. He knew that the question was meant for him.
“Oh, really? Um, sure. You have to dance around and sing a Britney Spears song!”
“I am too fat and jiggly to be doing that,” My Aunt assured him. She was a big woman, just like my mother, but they were both incredibly attractive women for their age.
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