Ding-dong, the doorbell rings, signaling the first of the trick-or-treaters on this Friday evening. I open the door of my rented condo to see and hear goblins, a ghost and even a ghoulish zombie yell, "Tricker treat."
As I hold out the candy dish for them I look out to the yard to see the mothers looking at my yard sign advertising my after trick-or-treat party. The sign says:
Single moms. You are invited to drop your kid (s) at Unit 11573 for a sleepover party.
There will be certified caregivers, games and fun until 10 AM tomorrow.
You are invited here for games, fun, alcohol for your own sleepover party.
Adult costume with mask required.
Swimwear optional, open mind required.
I will be glad to answer any questions.
I see a couple of the cute MILFs pointing at the sign and whispering.
One forty something blonde in a devil costume with red dress and tights, horns and a pitchfork approaches me and asks, "I'm a grandma, not a mom. Can I come?"
"Before you were promoted to grandma, you were a mom, right?"
"Well, if you put it that way. Why the party?"
"I have found that single parents are often overlooked and don't have many chances to spend quality adult time due to childcare issues. I see this condo complex has many single parent families who love to spend family time together. This is important, but so is adult time." I watch to see if she takes the bait, as I just want some time with younger, single (and hopefully horny) MILFs and even a GILF who looks like this one. I look past the sexy devil grandma to see a cute, petite brunette who is dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and a blonde Amazon still whispering, but nodding at each other.
"Do I have three on the hook?" rushes through my mind.
"Here's my personal info and the name of the company supplying the sitters for the little ones. By the way, I'm Chuck." And I hand her a preprinted card. "Feel free to check us out."
"I'll think about it and talk to my friends. How many are you expecting?" the devil asks.
"It doesn't matter to me. I have plenty of wine, beer and stuff for mixed drinks and some snacks. There's a magnum of champagne on ice and a liquor store that delivers on speed dial, if we need restocked. The hot tub has room for twelve if you don't mind getting up close and personal."
"It's been a long time since my husband left me; and I haven't been up close and personal since, if you get my drift. How many guys are coming?"
"Just me. I haven't met anybody since I moved in, but I noticed that there's not a lot of single males living here" I tell her.
"I've noticed the same problem, unfortunately. Do you mind if several ladies come by?"
"The more the merrier. No expectations and the only requirements are a costume, a mask and that you enjoy. Hope to see you in a little while" and I step back inside. I close the door and lean onto the wall and slowly exhale. "This may be better than I thought" I decide, thinking of her comment.
A few more trick-or-treaters stop by and a few of the mothers are with their kids, but most don't seem to approve of my invitation. A couple of teen girls that are with their younger siblings are looking at my sign and I disappoint them by saying, "Sorry, ladies, adults only."
The doorbell rings slow to a trickle about an hour after dark, so I clean up the candy but stay in my Civil War uniform. I end up sitting, but not for long; I'm just too nervous, waiting to see if my party idea will be a treat or a trick.
The doorbell rings again and I breathlessly open to find a couple of teenage boys still trying to get some treats. "Trick or Treat."
"Sorry guys, the candy's gone."
"We wanna come to your party."
"Sorry again, you fall right between the age to trick or treat and the age to attend an adult party."
"What if we trick you?"
"The trick will be on you. See the cameras?" and I point up to one of the well hidden little video recorders.
They turn and walk away, grumbling about how unfair life is.
I head back in to grab a beer, and then step outside to bring my sign in. I see the three ladies from earlier standing across the way, so I walk over and ask them if they want to come in for a drink.
"We researched you and the sitters."
"Did we pass the scrutiny?" I ask.
"Well, you're not a sex offender and the company you hired is one of the best" Grandma says.
"I wanted everything to be just right, in case anyone wanted to enjoy this lovely evening. It's all up to you. I see you got a little cold when the sun set," noticing the long jackets.
"Not really, we changed costumes and didn't want anyone to see us before we join you."
"I'm glad to hear you'll be joining me. Will any other friends be stopping by?"
"Maybe, your party is definitely the talk of the complex."
"Is that a good thing?"
"That's hard to say. Shall we go in and start to unwind?"
"Sure. Are you interested in seeing the cameras at the sitter?"
"We can see our kids?"
"If you want to. The sitters also have instructions to call if there is a problem. Did you complete the questionnaire, so they can call you? If not, they will call me if there's a problem. I'm sure they told you I won't get your info from them."
I hold open the screen door for the three ladies and follow them into my lair. I offer to take Grandma's leather coat and I hang it in the closet. The blonde removes her coat and I definitely appreciate her genie costume. She spins to give me the whole picture, showing her thong under the sheer poufy pants and she stops to see my reaction to the pasties under the sheer midriff top. The star pasties cover her nipples, but her large areolas show between the star's arms. The big grin on her face tells me she enjoys my reaction. I gulp and turn to the petite brunette to take her coat, but she has clasped the top tightly together with both hands.
"No worries. Stay covered as long as you like. Would you like a drink, to help you relax?" She just nods, so I ask "Champagne, or something else?"
"Champagne, please" she squeaks out.
"What would you ladies like? What should I call you?"
The tall blonde steps close and whispers in my ear, "I want to fuck, Chuck," grabs my crotch and says out loud, "Just call me Jeannie and I will grant you three wishes" and she squeezes my growing member.
"Well, Jeannie, I wish the three of you get what you want tonight" and I step back to pour the Champagne.
I turn around and see the more aggressive ladies have come between me and the little brunette, and when they turn back around I see she is no longer covered from neck to knees with her coat. The short plaid skirt doesn't come close to reaching the lace-topped white stockings and garters, the sheer midriff top and short tie make for one definitely hot schoolgirl costume. She too has pasties covering her nipples, but unlike the blonde, hers are very covered by the big red pursed lips that are on her petite breasts. She doesn't look at me until I hand her the Champagne glass which is just over half full and I watch her drain it and shudder.
"May I have another, sir?" and she bows slightly.
"Missy, you can have whatever you would like. Jeannie and ... what should I call you?" looking at Grandma.
"Call me Horny, you like my new devil costume?"
"I liked the short, tight red dress from earlier, but this one shows you off much better" I tell her as I eye the red spandex halter dress that is cut clear to her navel, barely covering her D-cups and obviously hard nipples. The hem doesn't hide her garter and red lace-topped stockings which end in a red pair of CFM stilettos. I get the refill for the schoolgirl and ask her, "Is Missy a good nickname for you tonight?"
She is obviously embarrassed, being a little red in the cheeks and just nods. I turn and quickly pour more Champagne for the other ladies and say, "I see you missed the mask requirement, please choose a mask for the evening" and I put on my Zorro-style mask.
Horny asks, "Why the masks?"
"Adding a mask allows us to pretend for a little while; to lose some of our inhibitions; to allow our true desires to surface, for at least a little while."
The first lady to choose her mask and put it on is the little schoolgirl. When the mask goes on, her whole demeanor and body language changes and she walks up to me and asks, "May I have more Champagne, sir?"
"Yes, Missy, all you need to do tonight is to ask and your wish will be granted, Jeannie has guaranteed this; haven't you Jeannie?" It's Jeannie's turn to be surprised at her friend and she just nods before donning her mask.