“Candy corn?” The woman sneered after looking in her son’s bag of treats. “Is that all? It’s not even freak’n wrapped!” She glared and tucked her light jacket tight in the late summer, cool air. “When we get home, Jimmy, these go straight into the trash!”

The Fortnite Blaze costume stood below her chin, “It’s okay, Mom.” The boy smiled, winked, and thanked me for the treats. He pushed his mother along, down from our porch and into the cheerful gloom of Halloween.

There was a knock on the back door. I shut the front and turned off the porch light. I had to pass the wobbling coffin on our living room carpet, to get to the back entrance. It was peak hour for trick or treating, when leaving your post guaranteed an egging and T.P.ing of the front yard. I had zero such fears. I cracked open the back door and asked, “What did you bring?” A fake, skeletal hand offered a bag to me. I accepted it, shut the door, and emptied its contents on the kitchen table.

My price was real candy for each loose candy corn kernel. Despite some shitty nougat bars, the offer was decent, including my favorite coconut paste filled chocolates, with and without almonds. Turning back to the door, I opened it wide.

“Take a seat. You’re next in line.”

The five foot skeleton padded in on black sneakers. ‘Skelly’ sat in the chair closest to the living room.

“Show the next kid, what the guy in there shows you.” I pointed to the living room.

Skelly nodded.

One of my fantasies was, a girl would find out about the treat behind my house’s door. Could this be one? Their costume hid their sex very well. That wasn’t difficult at our age.

I ambled to the front door. The plus sized coffin creaked loudly as I passed. Muffled groans escaped from under the lid. Glimmers of light seeped out. Behind me, the skeleton’s chair rattled in reaction to the sound.

I grinned, grabbed my sack of candy corn, and switch on the porch light.

Behind me the full sized coffin lid squeaked open. A rank odor reached me after one occupant climbed out. He clumped to the kitchen. Whispers ensued at the kitchen entrance.

The doorbell rang. I opened the front door.

“Twick or Tweat” A very young fairy waved her wand at me. A man beside the tot held open a sack for her. I took one of the nougat bars from my pocket and dropped it in the sack. “Happy Halloween!” I closed the door.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the skeleton climbing into the coffin. They quickly shut the lid on top of them.

I opened the entry closet door and peeked at the source of a pale, blue glow in that minimal space.

The doorbell rang. I shut the closet and opened the front door.

“Trick or the Treat behind the door.” The dumbest looking Spiderman ever, held up his bag.

I was getting pretty good at counting twenty corns as a handful. I dug them out of my sack and sprinkled them into Spider-lame’s.

A high pitched squeal shot out of the coffin. Spiderman cringed and backed down the steps. Would he be back?

I closed the front door and turned to the closet. Opening it, I saw Mother’s face half buried under a writhing, young ass. The skeleton’s loose leggings were strung across their owner’s knees just above Mom’s head. What was Mom sucking, cock or pussy? I really wanted to know. I wanted to rip open my vampire robes and jack off. I switched the baby monitor to the second camera.

Skelly’s skull mask remained over their face, but enough cloth had been pushed up to free their mouth. It munched busily on Mom’s hairy cunt.

The doorbell rang.

“Hey, are you the kid with the treat behind the door?” A college dude wearing a thin cardboard, Ronald Reagan mask, stood like a snob in his sweater and jeans. I’d figured this might happen.

“Did you bring your pedophile certificate signed by the county?”

“Fuck, what?” He backed away.

“You have to be a registered, pedophile, dude, to get that treat. I’m not talking just any, sex offender credential. Prove you’re a pedophile or go jack off in the fucking bushes.”

“This is shit. You ain’t got fuck-all behind the door.”

Mother shrieked from inside the coffin!

College boy Reagan fled for the hills.

There was a knock at the back door. I shut down the front and went to answer it. The coffin greeted my passing with ecstatic howls. The lid rattled, sending sheets of light across the living room.

At the back door, the Fortnite soldier handed me a treasure. It was almost pure chocolate, caramel and/or peanut bars. He must have run to a store and bought them. That was sorta against the rules, but I wasn’t going to let these beauties out of my house.

After seating the well crafted Blaze costume, I told him, “Show the next kid, what the skeleton in there shows you.”

The front door rang. Shit! I didn’t have time for another peek at the monitor in the closet. The coffin rocked as if it might shatter! Joyous cries escaped the loose, rattling lid.

My best friend, Joshua, stood on my porch, wearing Christopher Nolen quality Joker make-up. His companion, dressed head to toe in black, garbage bag plastic, was much taller. He pointed at the woman beside him. “I’ll trade you for the treat in front of your door.” His grin would have shattered mirrors.

I looked up. Two eyes, sunk deep in a crude, plastic hood, met mine. Her curvy body was clad tight without a wrinkle except for the fat camel-toe pouting from at her groin. She or Josh must have worked carefully to stretch the black bags all the right ways, to accentuate her figure

“No fucking way, JJ.” I blinked at him. “That’s Mrs. J?”

“Yeah, she is!” His head wobbled bewildered. “I was out collecting candy to rent your whore when Mom texted me. ‘I’ll fuck you if you take me trick-or-treating.’ I raced home to find her wearing this!” He coughed. “She must have cracked after acting like a goody-goody house-mom for all my years.”

Mrs. J shook her head, but didn’t say anything.

I opened the door wide. Joshua hustled his mother inside. I shut the door, killed the porch light, and pulled out my hard dick. I turned to my friend at pointed at the line of chairs, “You still gotta wait your turn.” I told him.

“You’re a real dick, but hey, sure.” He grunted, hustling past the wildly rocking coffin and taking a seat next to Fortnite.

I forgot all of them and focused my lust on the skin tight wrapped bitch standing close enough to fuck. “I don’t want to see your slut face, Mrs. Junksucker. Now make the name I just gave you, mean something!”

Joshua’s mom kneeled. Her costume stretched with the pleasing sound of a woman whining. I stuck my dick under her leather hood and felt her lips capture the tip. I imagined double cunt sucking happening in the coffin while my friend’s mother sucked me.

It had been easier to whore out my own mother on Halloween, than one might imagine. She was a witch, ‘attuned’ with a special cult in our town. It was basically an orgy group with goddess worship rituals. I found their ritual manual on mom’s computer. I must have jacked off three times while reading every bullshit word of it.

I confronted Mom that night, after dad had gone to sleep. “Does dad know what you do when you go to a ‘service?’” She claimed he knew, but I didn’t believe her. Then I reminded her of one of the cult’s power rituals, involving taboo sex. In-fucking-cest! “You can have me, but only if you submit to me when you want me.” I sounded all powerful, but actually I would have begged her to just let me see her naked. She said she’d think about it.

I think she got advice from the cult’s wisdom council. They told her the ritual was very powerful and should be performed only on holy days. Otherwise it would put her soul in danger. In danger of what - maybe of getting pregnant? I made sure Mom had a mega pack of condoms in the coffin. Mom agreed, when I said I would fuck her on Halloween.

Halloween was the holiest day their cult observed. I just liked to dress up as an undead. Vampire wasn’t an imaginative costume, but I liked the idea of fucking Mom with fangs buried in her neck.

Joshua’s mom was going to town on my cock. I slapped her head a little, “Slow and steady, Junksucker.” I wanted to cum, but I was enjoying the bitch’s enslavement more. I’d never gotten a blowjob. Hell, technically I was a virgin! I had seen a lot of BJs in porn, and I put most ‘experienced’ kids my age to shame with the number of orgasms I could achieve in one day.

This turnabout with Joshua and his mom surprised me. She wasn’t a beauty, but she had a hot figure - if a little thick in places. The black, plastic bag material was stretched so tight that her tits and ass were like barbell weights at the ends her torso. I told her to grip my rod while she sucked it. I was gonna gush at any second.

The doorbell rang. “Don’t move, you suck whore.” I answered the door and threw some random candy into three little girls’ sacks. Fucking brats. Then there was a knock at the back door. My friend, Gary, handed me a sack of full-sized, fucking candy bars. It was the best haul of the night! I added him to the queue of chairs. His was the last in line. I worried that Mom wasn’t putting out fast enough.

She was certainly putting out quality fucking. Two high pitched voices howled from the coffin. Beside it, Mrs. J waited for my prick to return to her mouth. I grinned from inspiration. “Hey, Fortnite, you want the cunt in the box or the fuck mouth on her knees?

He had probably been masturbating beneath his costume and needed to nut sooner than later. The Blaze costumed boy jumped up and skewered Joshua’s mother’s face. I tended the front door while two ‘clients’ moaned and groaned in my makeshift whorehouse.

After Mrs. J was wearing Fortnite’s pearl necklace, I asked Gary if he wanted a suck or fuck? Gary went into a hall closet with Mrs. J, giving Joshua a evil leer. Joshua shrugged. He had already been promised his mother’s cunt. He was going to fuck my mom first.

Finally, Skeleton, of indistinct gender, crawled out of the coffin. They could barely walk after what my mother had given. As they were leaving, I opened the lid and checked on Mom. “You okay?”

“A little sore, but It’s nothing I haven’t suffered for the coven.” Mom was naked except for sopping veils of white linen. I wanted to bang her then and there! She looked at my dick bulge. “When am I going to get my treat?”

“Sorry, Mom, you’re more popular than I expected. I’ve got enough candy to last until next Halloween.

“Whoring your mother out for candy.” She shook her head. “I feel so under-appreciated.”

“You mean humiliated, right?” I sneered.

She scowled but had agreed to obey me in all things before we fucked. “Hey Josh, the house cunt is ready for you.” I pulled a condom from the mega pack and handed it to him when he reached the coffin.

I returned to the entry closet. After a quick peek at the video feed, I shut the closet and let my friend fuck my mother in private.

While two fucks were in progress, I was surprised to find that Halloween was officially over. My phone rang its 9 PM alarm. I switched off the porch light and hauled the crap candy I had been handing out, to the kitchen. I sat in one of the ‘waiting chairs’ and crunched on a nut bar. I wondered who would finish first, Gary or Josh.

Gary and Mrs. J. emerged from the hall closet. Her hood had been torn off, and there were rips in her costume, at tactical locations. Her dark nipples were somewhat camouflaged by the black plastic still pressing on her tits. A thick mat of curly, black hair sprouted from her crotch. The slitted plastic was wet with pussy juice and cum. “Totally worth it, Dude!” Gary escaped out the back door.

I grinned at Joshua’s mom and patted the seat beside me. She frowned but stepped over and and sat. “Yes, master.” She bit her lip, clearly not happy about my use of her.

“You’re new to this slave thing. “I told her. I began fondling her nipples. They perked up, and she shivered. I grinned. “Stand up, turn around, and bend over the chair.”

She obeyed haltingly. I grabbed her butt and moved her into a proper position, then I stood behind her. “I’m new to this too.” I’d only been reading about BDSM and watching pornos for the last couple years. I began spanking the stretched plastic covering her bare ass. “So you’re in a tough spot, Bitch.” I whacked her trembling butt a little more. “I might hurt you bad.”

“P-please...” She started, but I reached over and slap her face. CRACK!

“Don’t talk until I tell you.” I returned to her ass and gave it five heavy wallops. I heard her sniff. She might have been crying, but she only cried aloud from each strike. “Yeah, you’re green, but you’ve got promise.” I sat in a chair and indicated for her to do the same. “Tell me, Slut. Why are you doing this tonight?”

Abruptly, she sobbed, and not just from sitting down. “I don’t know!”

“Do you want more spanks?” I had no use for that answer. I didn’t want to play games, except the one I was playing.

“It’s true!” She looked pleading. “I was handing out candy, when an image of Joshua fucking me filled my senses. I could feel him. I could smell him! It was unlike anything I ever experienced. I wanted him so bad, I texted him, but he wanted to keep trick or treating. I begged him. He told me that I would have to become a sex slave and to dress the part. Then he might fuck me tomorrow.” Mrs. J’s eyes kept getting bigger. She really was confused by her situation. “I promised him. I told Crandal, my husband, to take care of the trick-or-treaters. I ran into the kitchen and started cutting up garbage bags. I used up an entire roll of transparent tape to get it this tight.” She pinched some of the stretched plastic and let it snap back. “I’ll do anything. I can still sense my son, moving inside me. If he doesn’t do it for real, I’ll go mad.”