Summary:
Lucky nerd seduced by MILF at his parents' Halloween party.
Note 1:
This is a Halloween 2023 Contest Story so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing.
My Mom's Best Friend
My parents threw a Halloween party every year. They'd always sent me to grandma's house in the past, but now that I was eighteen, I was going out to a Halloween party with my friends from school.
I was a senior in high school, but was already eighteen, since I'd started school late. My Dad had been in the Navy back then, and we were stationed in Japan when I was five.
Anyway, the party I went to was fun for a while, but then I struck out with Elizabeth, the girl I'd been pining for all semester. She gave me a couple of chaste kisses, but that was it. In homage to the final Indiana Jones movie (which I thought was awesome, even though it didn't do well at the box office), I was dressed in a full I.J costume... I even had a whip! So I returned home just after midnight, and the party was still underway.
I went inside, and the house was rocking... who knew my parents could host such a banger? Good for them! I actually had to give them some street cred. This party was fire! This party was way more dope than the one I'd gone to. Plus, the music they were playing was 1980's classics like
You Shook Me All Night Long
and
Jessie's Girl
, which was way better than the generic auto-tune dance shit that had been blaring at the other party.
I chatted with Mom, who was definitely tipsy, with our neighbour Joe, one of my teachers Mrs. Walker, which was a little awkward, especially since she was dressed in a damn hot maid outfit with cleavage down to her navel and the tops of her nylon stockings showing, and with a few other people. I poured myself some punch (which was spiked quite generously), with the intention of jerking off to Mrs. Walker (which I'd done many times, but never picturing her as a slutty maid), when I encountered Mom's best friend Barbara... dressed exactly like a Barbie Doll, all in pink. She also looked a lot like Margot Robbie, who'd played Barbie in the recent movie. My already hard cock inside my pants flinched to salute her.
"Hi, Simon," she greeted, drink in hand.
"Hi, Barbara," I greeted back, trying not to look like I was staring at her big tits, or her long legs in pink pantyhose. I loved nylons, but too few women wore them. My Mom did sometimes, but she didn't count, since although she was hot... well... she was my Mom. Mrs. Walker almost always wore nylons, which is why I jerked off to her so often, and my target at the other party Elizabeth often did... besides being cute, funny, and smart... she usually wore nylons a couple times a week.
"You're home early," Barbara observed.
"Yeah, the party was boring," I said, trying to focus on her eyes, but my own eyes weren't doing a good job.
"You didn't get laid?" she asked bluntly, just as I was taking sip of my punch... and I was so startled by the question I spit out the mouthful all over myself. "Sorry," she giggled, "was that question too blunt?"
"It
was
quite surprising," I admitted, totally embarrassed.
"But isn't that the main reason for teen parties?" she asked, her tone shifting to sensual, or maybe that was just in my head, "to get laid?"
"I suppose it's one of the goals," I said. Although if that was the case, I had a perfect strike-out record so far. I was rather shy, so I was actually proud of myself for even trying for first base with Elizabeth... even though all I got was a couple of kisses...since that was progress... and even if she was drunk and might not remember it, I would. Forever.
"As it should be," she said. "You should definitely hook up while you're still young. Things dry up substantially once you get to be my age."
"I can't fathom that's
possibly
true in your case," I said. Barbara was easily the hottest woman I'd ever seen in real life. Besides being absolutely stunning, she owned her own women's clothing shop, so she always dressed in hip, modern clothes.
"You're so sweet," she smiled, taking my hand in hers... and making my hard cock flinch. "But alas, this party is just a bunch of old people trying to recreate their youth for a single night."
"Everyone looks like they're having fun," I observed.
"Oh, they are," she agreed, "but they're only living the lives they were given, the ones they're supposed to be living, according to some arbitrary set of rules."
"I'm not following you," I said.
She continued holding my hand, which had my head fogging up with curiosity about why she still was. Never had holding someone's hand felt better in my life... or at least compared to my very few and brief prior hand-holding experiences.
"Well, ever since Jake died, I've been trying to move on," she semi-explained.
"I'm still so sorry about this passing," I said. Jake had been a great eye, a professional race car driver who got into a serious crash last year, and who'd died from his injuries a few weeks later. The only silver lining had been that he'd been in a coma until he died, and as far as anyone knew... including the doctors and nurses at the hospital... he'd never regained consciousness, so hopefully he hadn't suffered any pain.
"Thanks," she said, with some sadness in her eyes.
"He was a great man," I said, having admired him greatly. Besides marrying the hottest woman ever, he'd worked for a couple of charities in the off-season, so he was a great role model for me. He was like my second dad... a cooler dad... no offense to my real Dad... he was great too... just not especially cool.
"Yeah, he really was," she agreed. Surprisingly, her words conveyed \a slight sexual tension, that I'd think would be crushed by our conversation about her beloved man, who was no longer with us. Then after an odd silence, her sadness seemed to evaporate, as she said, with her smile returning, "He lived every moment like it was his last, and that's a trait of his I try to live by."
"That's a great way to live," I approved, wishing I had the courage to live my life even a small percentage as adventurously as he had. He'd also climbed mountains, jumped out of airplanes, and did motivational speaking at self-realization events. I couldn't fathom myself doing any of those things.
"It is, isn't it?" she agreed.
"Yes," I agreed too. "He was an inspiration." Then I thought again. "No, he still
is
an inspiration."
"That's sweet of you to say," she said, her hand still holding mine.
"It's the truth," I said, "I wish I could be even one percent as adventurous as he was."
"Do you mean that?"
"I do."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned ever so softly, which made my very hard dick flinch in my costume again... which thankfully was a real costume, not one of those overpriced Halloween monstrosities so cheaply manufactured they might as well be made of paper ... so my dick wasn't very obvious while it saluted this blonde beauty.