"But Mom, it's Halloween!"
My argument falls on deaf ears.
"I know it's Halloween, Tyler. That's why I'm being called in to help at the hospital. Someone's Halloween got a little too exciting."
"I already have plans."
"You can go hang out with your little friends after. I need you to do this for me. You act like I'm torturing you."
"It's a baby's Halloween party."
"They're not babies. They're eight."
"That's so much worst."
"Your Dad and I both have to work. You are the only one who can take Dani. It's just for a couple of hours. Mallory's father will take them trick-or-treating and back to his house after, for the sleepover. All you have to do is keep her from eating any peanuts."
"Pick up? I thought you said the party was at his house."
"No, just the sleepover. The party's at her mother's."
My heart skips a beat. Mallory's mother. Mrs. Richards could only be described in one pure, simple little word: MILF. She was my thicc goddess. Well, mine and everyone else's on the block. She was so affectionate she could make anyone melt in her touch. I have the most erotic dreams about her. Spend two hours with her? This was too good to be true. Couldn't let mom know this was why I was going to agree, though.
"Fine, but it'll cost you ten bucks."
"I'll give you five."
"Fine."
Turns out I'm not really needed at this party after all. There are no snacks with peanuts in them.
"Of course," Mrs. Richards explains. "I'm not going to let my little girl's best friend go into anaphylactic shock on my watch."
I just smile dumbly and nod. I'm trying not to stare at her swelling breasts under her Jack O' Lantern sweater. I'm the oldest one in costume, 90s Cyclops from the X-Men, making me feel out of place with the five women and about ten kids in attendance.
"I hate just standing around here. Can I help with anything?"
"Oh, what a helpful boy you are!"
She grabs me in a big hug. It takes all the resolve I have not to shutter in her embrace.
"I'm so glad you came."
She has the comforting mom thing down for being so young, at least as moms go. She can only be in her mid-thirties at most. To a college freshman like me, barely nineteen, that makes her an alluring older beauty. Her sweet, full, round face framed by wavy red hair made her the picture-perfect sexy mom next door.
"Such a cute, helpful boy. I wish you were my boy. I'd take such good care of you."
I blush at her words and the prolonged nature of her hug.
Finally, she lets go. I already miss the feeling of her surprisingly strong arms around me. I'd never felt so comfortable in my life.
"Let's get some more snacks out here."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She pinches my cheek playfully.
"That's my helpful boy."
I turn bright red.
"So cute!"
She gives me a little peck on the nose. She leads me into the kitchen and has me fix some more pizza rolls in the air fryer. As I take them out onto the floor she gives me a playful spank on the ass.
"That's fun. I'll have to make sure to do it again before I let you leave."
As Mom said it would the party dies down after a couple hours. The other mothers take their kids home. Mallory's father picks up the girls. I'm left alone with Mrs. Richards. I struggle to find a legitimate reason to stay just a little while longer.
"Can I ask my helpful boy for a favor?"
"Of course!"
"Good. I'm having in a few minutes and would like you to join us."
"Really?"
"Oh yes, I need you to serve us drinks."
"Oh."
My disappointment must be evident.
"These ladies are my friends on the FLR scene."
"FLR?"
"Female led relationships. You know, where the women are in control. It's a gentle femdom thing."
Femdom? That was the last thing I was expecting to hear from her.
"Are you telling me you're a... dominatrix?"
"Oh heavens, no. I'm just a dominate."
"What's the difference?"
"Dominatrixes are paid to humiliate and maybe mildly hurt people. I'm just a woman who likes to be in control in romance and in sex. I do like to tie people up and get kinky, but it's all done out of love."
"Huh."
"Does that interest you."
God, did it! Can't tell her that.
"I... don't... know."
"I bet you are."
"What makes you say that?"
"How helpful you are. How obedient you've been with me all evening. Can you really tell me you don't love it?"
"I can't."
"So, why not stay and give it a chance. For me?"
How could I tell her no?
She takes my hand and leads me upstairs to... her bedroom! Holy shit! I'm in her fucking bedroom. She points to the bed.
"Have a seat."
Gingerly I do as she says. She picks up a black garment bag and heads into the bathroom. After what feels like an eternity, she steps out completely transformed. Her sensible shoes have been replaced by black, thigh high leather boots laced up the front. Her jeans are gone and in their stay is a pair of what basically amounted to black leather panties. Her playful sweater has been swapped for a small black leather corset that makes her already impressive breasts even more amazing. She wears a short black silk cape with the clasp on her right shoulder covered by a fake rose. Her hair has been put up in a shape reminiscent of fire.
"You like?" she asks, giggling.
I try, and fail, to subtly wipe the drool from my chin.
"Behold... The Black Queen of the Hellfire Club!"
She gives me a playful tap on the nose.
