This is my first erotic story of any kind, so I hope you enjoy it. Special thanks to DawnJ for proofreading this and helping me get it published.
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Standing on the side of the road was my friend Nate, wrapped from head to toe in gauze. I pulled over next to him and admired his homemade Halloween costume.
"Pretty cool, huh?" he asked. Nate had been working on this costume for a while now, but was adamant about not revealing it before he finished. It was indeed impressive, and he didn't even need my assistance getting in the car, although he did sit down rather oddly. On the remaining drive he explained how he'd soaked the gauze in tea to make it appear older and wrapped it in such a way that he still had most of his mobility. He could even separate the top as a sort of helmet.
It certainly put my costume to shame. I was dressed as a run-of-the-mill zombie. That is to say, I was pretty much dressed as myself normally, only with worn-down, ragged clothing. I didn't even bother with any makeup, and chose to get a store-bought mask. I wasn't that big on Halloween, but every year my best friends Nate and Mark, as well as Mark's uncle Ted, got together to set up a haunted house. It had started as a family tradition over a decade ago, but had turned into a fiercely competitive event. We all lived in a fairly tight-knit neighborhood, the kind where everyone knew almost everyone else. A few years back, someone came up with the idea of going around and judging all the attractions people set up, awarding them with a small trophy. The only value was, of course, bragging rights.
Two years ago, we won for the first time, and ever since then Mark's uncle had been determined to win it again. Last year, we reached second place out of fifteen participants, which I thought was pretty good. This was most likely going to be our last time doing it in grand style, since it was our last year of high school. In fact, I had already turned eighteen, and had begun thinking about my plans for the future, which most likely involved going to an out-of-state college. I knew Nate and Mark had plans too, making next year's Halloween celebration look very uncertain.
A short drive later, we pulled into Mark's driveway. It was just a regular two-story house, the kind you can see in any suburb, where he lived alone with his mother, Vivian Morgan. His dad had passed away when we were still kids, but Ted was always around to help out. Nate, Mark, and I had spent so much time around each other's houses as kids that I considered them almost part of my own family.
I rang the doorbell, but after a short wait nobody seemed to be in. That was weird. I was sure we had set plans to meet up at two, just like we did every year on Halloween. We would all sit down together, eat, and talk about the plans for the haunted house event that night, and then finish setting up the decorations. Nate tapped his foot impatiently. I rang the doorbell again.
"Maybe he's taking a nap," Nate said.
"Maybe... but I don't think they'd both be asleep," I replied. After about half a minute I started pressing the doorbell over and over. Finally, that elicited a response. I could hear footsteps racing down the stairs. The door was pulled open energetically and Ms. Morgan stood there, looking pissed.
"Oh, it's you two," she said and her expression softened. "I was just putting on my costume when you guys interrupted me." For some reason she kept looking at me with a weird expression on her face, as if she was trying to solve a puzzle. "Mark's out in the barn. By the way, that's a great looking costume Nate!"
"Thanks, Ms. Morgan," he beamed, clearly proud of his creation. "What are you supposed to be?"
She was wearing a fairly tight fitted black dress. A very, very short dress. It wasn't unusual over the years to see each other in swim-wear or pajamas, but I'd never seen her wearing something like this. Her stark, smooth legs ran all the way up to the hem of the dress, which just barely managed to cover her butt.
"It's not finished yet! I'm a witch, can't you tell? Got a hat and broom and everything for later. Why don't you guys head out back and help Mark while I finish up."
However, at that point Mark came around the side of the house, followed by his uncle Ted.
"Hey guys, finally here I see! I thought someone had set off the fire alarm in the house. Fantastic costume, Nate!" He stared in awe, then addressed his mother. "Is the food ready yet? I'm starving."
"Almost. Why don't you set the table, I'll go finish putting on my costume; then we can eat." She turned to move up the stairs, her shoulder length brown hair swirling around, but just as she started up the stairs an alarm went off in the kitchen. She sighed and said, "Damn, guess there's no time. Oh well."
The table was set rapidly and Ms. Morgan served meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. She sat to my right at the head of the table, while Ted sat at the other end. Nate and Mark were opposite me. Everything tasted spectacular; Ms. Morgan was an excellent cook. Nate told everyone how much work he'd put into his costume, and we reminisced about previous Halloweens.
The food wasn't the only thing that turned out to be spectacular. Anytime Ms. Morgan leaned forward to serve something, I received a glimpse of her cleavage and her breasts threatening to pop out from her costume. It was unusual, because I didn't think of her that way normally. We'd always been pretty comfortable with each other, and I could always come to her with things I didn't want to talk about with my own mother because they were too embarrassing or uncomfortable. But there was something about her today that was different. Maybe it was the skimpy dress, but she seemed to be almost teasing me every time she moved.
Mark had started a fierce debate when he brought up last year's competition. It was still a sore spot with Ted, who had formed a strong dislike of the judges. It was undeserved, in my opinion, but there was no way I'd bring that up. Ms. Morgan decided this was the best time to bring out the pumpkin pie, and as she walked into the kitchen I couldn't help but admire the way her ass bounced while she walked.
The pie was, of course, excellent, too. It didn't take long for us to polish it off. Nobody wanted to move right after eating and we still had plenty of time left, so we just kept talking for quite some time.
A clatter drew everyone's attention to Ms. Morgan, who blushed a little and exclaimed, "I, uh.. sorry. I dropped my fork."
