Despite the fact that she was only eighteen and his son's girlfriend, Red could not take his eyes off this red-headed goddess and think, "that Eric is one lucky bastard."
Just then everyone in the room turned because they could actually hear Laurie Foreman descending the stairs into the living room. Her blond hair had been braided into cornrows with colorful beads woven into the ends, and they were making a "clicking" noise as she walked. She was wearing a skintight, flesh-color one piece bathing suit and was obviously mimicking Bo Derek's role in the movie "10." Although not as well endowed as Bo, her nipples were quite prominent and attracting the attention of every male in the room...including Eric. "Jeez Laurie," ordered Red, "go put something on."
Hugging him in her most convincing style, Laurie begged, "oh Daddy, I'm just trying to be like a movie star...Mommy is wearing a bathing suit too."
Knowing that she had him wrapped around her little finger, Red relented, stating, "I need another beer."
Answering the doorbell, Eric stepped aside to allow Donna's parents (and the Foreman's next door neighbors) Bob and Midge Pinciotti to enter. Bob was dressed all in white: white pants, white shoes, white shirt and jacket; but the most stunning thing about him was that his "Brillo" black hair was missing and he was completely bald. Red began chuckling and asked, "who the hell are you supposed to be...the Good Humor Man?"
"Ha, good one Red but anyone can plainly see that I'm Boss Hogg from Dukes of Hazzard, and Midge is Daisy Duke." He stepped aside to let everyone get a good look at Midge's costume...what there was of it. Bob's amazingly gorgeous wife Midge was wearing the tightest, shortest cut-off jeans shorts that they had ever seen. Her flannel shirt was knotted at the waist exposing her navel and flat tummy. Only about two buttons were fastened, leaving her impressive cleavage on display. Her high heels made her already shapely legs seem endlessly long. She was a total knockout, and for a moment Red's mouth just hung open.
Recovering, Red shook hands with Bob, "well of course you are Bob and a great costume at that." Red put his arm around Midge's shoulders and ushered her into the living room, "come right on in Midge, I mean Daisy, that October air must be cold." His eyes were glued on her twin mounds and he had already ascertained that she wasn't wearing a bra. "How the hell did a loser like Bob end up with this babe," Red though to himself. Of course everyone in the room was wondering the same thing.
"Don't forget Red," Bob reminded him, "tonight you have to call me Boss...just like when I hired you to work in my appliance store after you got fired from the plant."
Already annoyed with Bob, Red fired back, "oh you mean the store you ran into the ground before I hired you to work for me at PriceMart."
Out of the corner of his eye Red could see Kitty giving him "the eye" so he quickly added, "OK Bob...I mean Boss... just for tonight." Bob's lower lip had begun to protrude into a pout, but hearing Red's apology he smiled and headed for the food table in the kitchen.
Kitty had recorded lots of spooky sounds, shrieks, and screams on her tape recorder to add to the Halloween mood, but as the party progressed, the kids put the soundtrack record of "Saturday Night Fever" on the stereo so they could dance; and no one seemed to object. Eric, of course, had scolded Kitty about how the future of recording was 8-tracks, not cassettes. She had strung orange strings of lights all around the living room for effect, so the room was dimly lit to begin with, and after consuming some alcohol, it seemed more romantic than ominous. Red continued to drink from the keg, while others opted for the spiked punch. After Kitty had initially added some vodka to the punch bowl, Bob, Red, Eric and Kelso had also done the same; so that eventually the punch was more vodka than Hawaiian Punch.
Everyone was beginning to feel the combined effects of the alcohol and the special brownies, and the men were conspicuously leering at the scantily clad females at the party.
Kitty's speech had begun to slur when she cornered Hyde in the kitchen and asked if she could have the recipe for his "scrumptious" brownies.
Hyde had always had a crush on his friend's mother and immediately recognized his opportunity to take advantage of the inebriated Kitty. "I think I have it in my room in the basement, if you want to come down and get it," he encouraged her.
Heh, heh, heh, that would be fine," Kitty answered with that distinctive cackle of a laugh. Her laugh was famous in the neighborhood, and there didn't seem to be a middle ground of opinion: you either thought it was unique and endearing, or you thought it was annoying and you hated it. She carefully followed Hyde down the cellar stairs, her heels clicking in the steps, and when he stopped at the bottom step and turned around to face her, she was not terribly surprised.
Hyde thought to himself, "it's now or never...she may not even remember this in her condition," as he encircled her with his arms and pressed his lips against hers in a sensuous kiss.
"Oh Stephen," Kitty gasped when he broke the kiss, "that was even better than I dreamed it would be." She quickly grasped his head in her hands and returned the kiss, adding her tongue to the equation. Hyde's hands found their way to Kitty's bathing suit covered ass cheeks as their tongues played tag. Kitty broke their kiss and quickly and decisively told Hyde, "let's not over-think this...let's just do it; I've wanted you for a long time." As they walked to the well-worn sofa, Hyde began to shed his clothes. By the time he was at the couch, he was shoving his jeans down revealing a lack of underwear and a nice seven inch cock as thick as a salami. Kitty stood in front of him, kicked off her heels and reached behind her to pull down the zipper on her bathing suit costume.
Hyde stepped closer, his cock waving like an excited dog's tail, and slowly lowered Kitty's costume down her slightly chubby body. It was stiffer than a normal bathing suit, molded so as to not lose it's shape, and it fell easily down her torso to the floor. Sucking in his breath when he saw that the costume was her only garment, Hyde sunk to the floor and gently lifted her feet one by one to pull the suit off. His face was now directly in front of Kitty's bushy dark blonde muff and he could clearly smell her arousal as he leaned in and pressed his nose into the jungle. His hands reached up and grasped her impressive 36D breasts as they hung slightly on her chest.
Almost involuntarily, Kitty spread her legs as Hyde's tongue worked it's way through her bush and found her lips. They were moist and meaty as he sucked each one into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down her slit. Kitty's knees buckled and she dropped back onto the sofa, her legs spread wide. "Stephen, I need you inside me now," she urged as she worked her fingers through the thick pubic hair and spread her lips. Kneeling, Hyde grabbed her behind the knees, pulled her to the edge of the cushion, and nudged his cock-head between her slit. He steadily moved forward and felt the warmth of Kitty's cunt as he slid deeper inside her until his balls were wedged between them. "Oh that's nice Stephen...now fuck me."
She leaned back against the sofa as Hyde began to thrust his cock in and out of her tunnel. Her tits were bouncing as he held her ass cheeks firm so he could pound into her harder. Her breasts were capped by large brown areola and hardened nipples which Kitty began to pinch so hard they turned almost white. Hyde had fantasized about fucking this desirable housewife ever since she had given him dance lessons, and his cock was a blur as he sawed in and out of her cunt. Kitty's head was spinning as she looked down her body and watched a cock that was not Red's plunging into her. "Oh that feels good Stephen," she encouraged him.
Lasting longer than he had expected, Hyde could feel his balls begin to pump their contents through his cock. He swiftly withdrew his staff as it began to spray his seed, and it squirted white streams of goo all over Kitty's stomach and all the way up to her tits.
"Heh, heh, heh," she giggled as the warm fluid began to drip down her naked body, "I guess you really were glad to see me tonight, heh, heh, heh." Kitty reached next to her, grabbed a t-shirt that someone had discarded there, and began to wipe Hyde's cum off her belly. Thank you Stephen, that was really nice but I guess I had better get back to the party...I am the hostess, heh, heh, heh."
"No, thank you Mrs. Fore...I mean Kitty, you have an amazing body."
"Yes, that's right Stephen...I think we can be on a first name basis now, heh, heh, heh...after all, you did just fuck me."
In the living room, Midge Pinciotti was pressing the side of her body into Red and asking, "so Mr. Hefner, what does a girl have to do to get an audition to be in your magazine?"
Feeling no pain after countless beers and a couple of cocktails, Red played along, "well, of course I would have to see her naked to evaluate wether she was Playboy material or not." In response, Midge pulled her shirt straight in front of her out so that Red could look down inside and see her entire chest, nipples and all. "Wow, that's a nice set for sure," Red exclaimed, his face turning pink, "but you know I would have to see everything."
Midge grabbed Red's hand and began to pull him toward the stairs leading to the second floor. Glancing around nervously, Red realized that absolutely no one was paying any attention to them as they mounted the stairs. Watching Midge's ass undulate in her tiny shorts, the bottoms of her cheeks actually escaping the material, as they climbed the stairs was almost more than Red could handle. Red guided her to his bedroom and shut the door as Midge turned to face him. "Are you ready for my audition," Midge inquired as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her shirt, untied the knot and pulled the front open.
