Sailor Moo
Copyright© 2025 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
“I didn’t know your parents were so strict with you,” I whispered to Tiffy once I thought no one would hear us.
“What do you mean by strict? They aren’t as strict as your parents,” Tiffy regarded me as if I was trying to insult her. “At least, I don’t have to have my little brother lording over me while I mow the grass! I heard your brother is going to get to put your plug up your butt four hours a day, and I almost laughed my butt off.”
Tiffy sounded delighted that I’d be humiliated.
“He doesn’t get to put the plug up my ass, he just gets to make sure I do it,” I blushed and glanced down at the muddy, wet dirt under my stockinged feet. My red stockings had remained on the entire time we were fighting, but not much else of my costume was left.
At least, I assumed he wouldn’t get to put the plug up my ass. I could picture my little brother’s grinning little mousey face as he told me to bend over for him, and it made me cringe.
“Do you two have the audacity to defy us and actually have a little chat right now?” Aunt Brittany was flabbergasted by us.
“Move close enough to touch lips and stand like that. You can kiss each other since you love each other so much,” Mom insisted sarcastically. I didn’t want to kiss my cousin. We both reluctantly crept closer to one another and touched lips. “Get your ass cheeks wider like your cousin, or I’ll find a way to stretch them for you, Katie Ann McGee!”
If there is one thing that makes my stomach turn and my cheeks blush, it’s just hearing my full name spoken by anyone.
“Mom, there are more people watching us than there are going into the haunted house.” Kevin laughed as he sprayed my ass and greeted one of my ex-boyfriends. “Hey, check it out, Brad! Tiffy and my sister have to kiss as a punishment!”
“I am so sorry about the spectacle, Mister Johnson,” My mother apologized profusely as she told my brother to stop distracting people from the haunted house with our nonsense. “I am sure Brad Starling has seen your sister’s dumb butt cheeks flopping around before...” she said before greeting Brad in a husky voice and asking if he’d had his physical check-up lately.
“Oh, your girls are fine. I don’t mind, it’s very amusing to watch,” Mister Johnson said in a very understanding way as he looked over at my mother.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this,” Mrs. Johnson said in her sweet, nurturing way. “As you know, I used to babysit your kids for years, and I always knew you’d have trouble with Katie. She’s dumb and arrogant for a girl, and now that she’s sprouted those boobs, she’s been lording them around the neighborhood like she is top banana. I am glad to see some moms still do old-fashioned punishments.”
“I know my son thinks it is a punishment. He’s a big softie and would probably let his big sister walk over him if she could. This isn’t the punishment for what the girls did, Mrs. Johnson,” my mom stated flatly. “We just need to wash the gook off the girls. They still need to apologize to you and the people who had their Halloween interrupted by their embarrassing outbursts and then invite you to watch their punishment. We’ll do that somewhere else so as not to take away from the haunted house.”
“Actually, if you want, I’ve got some ghost masks, I can throw over their heads if you want to give them a proper spanking; they can be tormented as part of the attraction this year,” Mister Johnson laughed because he was clearly joking.
“Thank you, but a simple butt whooping won’t do, and if we spank them in public, I’d want the whole neighborhood to know what they’re being punished for. No masks to hide their identity,” My mom replied seriously.
“I was just joking,” Mister Johnson smiled sweetly. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Actually, Dear, we do have those wooden stocks in the back that we were going to use for the Salem witch trials display. The girls could be part of the attraction,” Mrs. Johnson said in a warm, folksy voice that I suddenly noticed had a slyly judgmental tone.
“I was going to put that out, but I just didn’t have the time,” Mr. Johnson said.
“Oh my gosh, we’re neighbors, Mister Johnson,” My mom smiled invitingly, “Anytime you want some help, please ask us. We’d send Katie over with a hammer and nails, and she’ll do whatever you tell her.”
“No offense, Mrs. McGee, because I know you are trying with the little slut, but she’s probably going to spend more time flashing her boobs at Mister Gibbons and my husband than she would doing any work. She kicked Mister Gibbons in the balls after letting him touch her titties in the haunted house.”
“Oh, I know. I am so sorry about that. I was planning on making Katie apologize to him properly after it was all over. I am sorry, I know Katie is a lot, sometimes.”
“It’s about time that you started disciplining your hussy of a daughter. She talks more than she listens,” Mrs. Johnson surprised me because she had never said a stern word to me in my life.
“Would it help if I sent Kevin over to watch his sister? If you want help tomorrow, taking down all the decorations or want your lawn mowed or house cleaned, he can watch his sister, so you won’t be so bothered with her constant mewling and excuses,” My mom said as if I wasn’t right there listening.
“MOM! You already gave me too much to do as it is,” Kevin complained.
“I wouldn’t want to take up Kevin’s precious time. We heard what a good scholar he is just now, and he’s adorable! If you don’t mind if we gag her with a bar of soap so she watches her mouth and strap her ass when she doesn’t listen, we’ll be fine on our own.”
Damn! This was so humiliating. My neighbors have never punished me before. I hoped my mom would draw the line with that.
“By all means, when I was growing up if me my sister or ran our mouths and acted like little brats down the street, my parents expected the neighbors to whip our asses, and then when we got home, we’d have to cut a switch in the backyard and get a second ass whooping for embarrassing them by being brats down the street!”
“That’s how it was in the old days, but these days so many parents are too afraid to put a red stripe on a butt,” Mr. Johnson said. “My momma always said that the only way girls learn is when butts burn!”
He seemed like such a placid, sweet old man.
“Well, that’s the reason I want Kevin to take a more active role around the house. He won’t learn to be a leader by playing video games and today Katie had the audacity to DEMAND an allowance and say that Kevin doesn’t earn it. I am trying to teach them both a lesson, and show Katie that I do listen to her,” Mom flashed a modest grin.
“In that case,” Mrs. Johnson decided sweetly, “Kevin, we’d love to have your help. I’ll make you some lemonade and cookies, and you can sit on the couch and watch television while your sister does some in-house chores for me, and we’ve got a nice table with an umbrella outside where you can watch over your sister. Will that be alright?”
“Sure, Mrs. Johnson,” Kevin said brightly.
“Thank you, Kevin,” Mr. Johnson smiled back.
Tiffy shot me a naughty look and grinned like she had just won something. I could imagine her watching me like a lazy cat as I struggled to pick up the mess left behind from the haunted house.
“Mom, I think the girls’ butts are clean,” Jessie sounded bored with the humiliating chore of spraying us down like barnyard animals. “Besides, we are going to miss bobbing for apples and all the candy!”
“Hold your horses, young man!” Aunt Brittany said. “Your sisters are so full of shit that it would take three enemas and six toilets just to hold all of their crap!”
My mother and sister crowed their laughter at our predicament like two magpies.
“The girls have had long enough of a rest, and any longer like that and they’ll start to enjoy the water on their fat little slits,” My mom decided. She told us we could stand up. Kevin squirted me in the face once I turned around and didn’t expect any more water.
“Good one, Son,” mom was pleased. I was more naked than when the shower had begun. My red stockings were running, and my shoulder pads were soaked to the bone. My teeth were chattering, and the fake wig had pretty much been ruined.
My mom told us to go find our costumes from amongst the debris and mud puddles, and pick them up so that we could take them back home and wash them.
There was one point in using my hands to hide my nudity, because my ass, pussy, and tits were fully on display, and everyone had a pretty good look by this point, with more people arriving at the haunted house during the apex of Trick or Treating.
“Jessie, I’ve been talking to your aunt, and I have some bad news for you as well,” My Aunt said.
“Uh, oh,” Jessie looked nervous.
“I want you to start keeping an eye on your sister while she does house chores and mows the lawn,” Aunt Brittany pronounced.
I noticed Tiffy’s posture sink, and she glared at me as if she blamed me for this decision.
“Aww, but mom! What did I do wrong? And I don’t know the first thing about lawncare.”
“It’s okay, it’s mostly common sense, which your sister does not have, and you have in abundance. You’ll just make sure she cuts straight lines and trims in all the right places. It’s time for you to take some responsibility, Puppet Master!”
“Fine,” he sounded disappointed.
“Now, take your sister around and hurry her up finding her clothes! And tomorrow, I am going to bring you and her over here, so that you and Kevin can make sure they clean up the mess they made and help the Johnsons put away all their Haunted House decorations.”
“But Mom! I have a League of Legends tournament at 3 pm. It’s the Semi-finals!”
“Oh yeah, that’s a big game. I want to watch that one too,” Kevin said as he stood behind me, pointing at my stuff lying in the muck, so that I could pick it up.
That little fucker wasn’t even going to be playing video games. He just wanted to WATCH them? I couldn’t even use the laptop in the house, and I hated watching when he and Jessie played video games.
“Obviously, we’ll give you a little break during the day, Kevin! We aren’t going to be thoughtless. The girls can come back to our house and make you guys some snacks as a thank you for putting up with them all day. How is that?” Mom asked in a honey-sweet voice.
“Sure, but you said I’d only have to watch Katie for four hours a day,” he said as if he were complaining about babysitting a crying baby and changing its diaper.
“No, I said that you’ll make sure that Katie wears her butt plug for four hours a day. Her chores may take longer than that, especially on the weekends! Obviously, we don’t want to offend Mr. and Mr. Johnson by exposing them to your sister’s naughty tail – so, she’ll do her four hours at our house.”
Keep in mind, this casual and breezy conversation was taking place at a busy point during Trick or Treating on Halloween, while people were arriving to go through our neighbor’s haunted house, and people overheard it all.
A few laughed, most gawked, and took pictures because they couldn’t believe we were really out there making this much of a spectacle in the yard. Quite a few people thought it was part of the show! I got the distinct impression some people didn’t think we were actually naked and thought we may have on fake plastic tits.
“Her boobs aren’t even real, dude. No tits look that good naturally,” one guy said to his friend. I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or not because he was talking about me.