Chapter 07: After

I stood in my son’s room, having changed out of my nun’s costume and into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with a proper bra cupping my tits and a pair of lacy, boy short panties protecting my tender twat.

Colt was sitting on his bed, with the gas station blanket around his waist and his half-filled bottle of water in his right hand. He had poured it on his lap to explain why he was so wet. His sister, my daughter—his sister!—sat next to him on his bed, in her sweats. She didn’t look so mad now as I stared down at her. My maternal gaze had knocked them back into their childhoods.

I had a speech prepared to throttle them with, but then I saw their costume lying on the bed next to them. It was a tandem costume of a hotdog bun and a wiener. My son would wear the hotdog bun, and connected to him from the front, his sister would wear the wiener. I ignored my children as I checked their costumes and found what I knew I’d find: A hole that would allow them to secretly fuck in the middle of everyone: friends, family, guests, and the catering staff—everyone!

I looked at my adult children, and they shrank back from me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, and after a harsh mother-to-her-children scolding, I went back to my room and washed the cum out of my nun’s costume in secret.

Later that night, I dressed as a nun once again for my in-laws’ Halloween party, but this time I wore my come-fuck-me heels, and I left my panties in the drawer.