One thing's for sure, my mom is the least observant person on the planet. It would have taken a sensory deprivation suit for most people to miss the change between Carly and me. It wasn't just that we were both more handsy, although we were, or huggy, which we also were, it was more the glances and glows we each elicited from the other. As our love life developed and deepened, our connection grew strong stronger and stronger.
Mom, as I say, was oblivious. When she wasn't hopping on the sunset Sauvignon train, she was working all hours or dumbing out on her phone. She maintained a holding pattern with Carly that was pretty mother and daughterish, but I continued to be an invisible irritant.
Case in point, for my birthday, mom got me a pair of dayglo boxers with an arrow on the flies pointing upwards and the legend 'This Way Up' in see-in-the-dark ink. A last minute, impulse purchase at the mall, I guessed. She bought Carla a new iPhone for hers. Carly, on the other hand, flush with a big bonus from her new job, procured me a new laptop. "Don't restrict yourself to porn," she laughed. "It can also do other things." She winked and mom choose to ignore her.
Carly and I discussed mom's indifference towards me ad nauseum. She said time would heal the wounds that dad had made in her. That the sins of the father would be absolved from the son. I was to relax. We would be a family again. And that until then, she and I would be a family enough for the three of us. And so, I carried on with my unbearable existence in this new town where I knew virtually no one, made bearable by one person. My sister.
Time passed and the Eyes Wide Shut party had become the thing of legend. Half the young men in town claimed to have been there that night and taken part in the wildest possible orgy. Half the women denied being there in such a way as to suggest they had been there and heartily taken part.
Whereas I remained an outsider, Carly became everyone's friend. Every kid, every dad, every bored neighborhood housewife or divorcee. Soon, she was furniture at every do that went down in our corner of the city. You couldn't have a soiree, garden party, afternoon tea or even sex toy party without sending her an invite. She shifted Tupperware and dildos and raised enough cash to build a playground in the hood and a defibrillator on every second street corner. She was bristling with can-do, and no one could figure out how she kept her energy levels and disposition so up. I privately took credit (and my reward) for that.
For weeks, Carly was talking about the big party. To be honest, I'd kinda zoned out a bit. Not being a madly social person, party organization made me snore. I'd just nod and interject into awkward silences with some 'Ooh' or 'Aaah' or uh-huh' sounds as seemed appropriate. So, I guess it served me right when I discovered I would be 'helping out' at the party. 'When on earth did I volunteer, oh darling sis of mine?" I asked when she told me to save the date. "When you were pretending to pay attention a week ago with your head lodged between my thighs." She replied.
"So, there's no way I could possibly have heard!" I responded, check mate!
"So, there's no way you could possibly say no." She smiled. "Relax, you'll enjoy it. I promise."
The night of the big party arrived, and I began to have butterflies. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Just be your lovely self, serve drinks, and make sure all the guests are well looked after."
"And you'll be there?"
"Oh, no. I'm just organizing. This is, em, an ex-wives fundraising party. I don't qualify."
"Ex-wives?" I asked.
"Oh. One more thing. If anyone asks, tell them you're from out of town."
"What?"
"Well, it's true. Sort of?"
"Won't they just take one look at me and say that's the mopey kid who lives two street over?"
"No. They won't recognize you, or you them."
'What?"
"Didn't I say it was a masked party?"
"No, you didn't."
'Oh, I was sure I did. Maybe you weren't listening."
I could have tried to fight it. I would have lost. She, after all, was holding all the cards. And by god did I enjoy shuffling her deck.
The big night arrived. When I got home to change, I found Carly alone in the house. Mom, apparently, was out of town on business again. A last-minute thing. I was relieved as I changed into my tux and donned the same black mask as before. Soon it was time to go, but rather than let me walk the block or two to the party, Carly drove me there and walked me to the door.
Mrs Casey answered the door. I knew it was her because she has the largest boobs of any mom in the neighborhood. All natural too if gossip if to be believed. The reason I required her breasts for identification, was because she was wearing an elaborate Venetian mask hiding her face, stocking and knickers hiding her privates and nothing else. I stopped still. What kind of party was this? Carly propelled me forward with a shove.
Mrs Casey arrested my forward motion with her aforementioned large breasts. "Oh my." She said, flustered. Carly fired a parting shot. "Mrs C, As promised, one young stud from out of town. Enjoy."
She turned and walked to her car as Mrs C. flung her naked arm around my shoulder and walked me into the living room. That's when I realized what Carly had done.
The room was buzzing. Around fifteen women in their best lingerie stood about sipping cocktails. Another two or three young guys dressed like me made their way through the crowd carrying canapés and more drinks. I was the only one in the room wearing clothes.
"We'll get you out of those things shortly, young man. After the first lot of the night!" She carried me down into the living room and amongst the swarming, obviously horny and somewhat inebriated older women.
"First order of the evening!" Mrs C. shouted to gain a hush in the room. We're going to kick the proceedings off by auction off this young man here to the highest bidder. Fresh meat, so to speak." Thank god for the mask, I must have turned beetroot beneath it. I was presented to the ladies "sight unseen" as one of the older women complained.
Before I knew it, they were bidding on me like hyenas. Like actual money. It started at $50 and quickly rattled up to $560.
I was amazed and somewhat pleased. Mrs C. didn't seem as impressed as I was. "Ladies. What say you to a sneak peek of what you're bidding on?" A throaty cheer went up from the women. Before I knew it, jacket and shirt were carefully stripped away, leaving me standing there in just my trousers. It obviously had the desired effect, as one woman shouted "$1000!"
I have to admit between the scantily clad women and the concept of being sold into presumably sexual slavery for the evening, I felt myself rise to the occasion. Obviously, I wasn't the only one to notice. Mr C. suddenly clapped her hand over my cock through my trousers and shouted. "Who wants to see the goods?"
Another cheer greeted her question. Before I knew it, she'd deftly pulled my engorged penis out of my fly. I don't mean to be cocky (if you'll pardon the pun) but there was an audible gasp when they ladies got a look at my fairly stiff dick. There followed a beat of silence followed by a throaty "5000" from one of the women near the back of the room.
Suddenly everyone was talking and moving aside to see who jumped the bidding so high. A woman wearing a mask right at the back moved forward toward myself and Mrs C. She was wearing an enormous mask whose feathers flowed down over her body. But to be honest, what I could see looked pretty fit in very sexy lingerie.
"Any other bidders?" Mrs C shouted. The winner strolled confidently through her fellow auction goers to the front of the room. No one spoke.
"Going once. Going twice. Going three times." Mrs C shouted and everyone cheered.
"Claim your prize." She addresses the winner.
To my surprise, the woman walked up to me, dropped to her knees and immediately took me in her mouth to the cheers of the other women. I stood there, stock still while this stranger sucked on my cock poking out of my fly, surrounded by baying strangers. I have to admit, it was intense. I could feel the woman's soft, wet and warm mouth like a velvet glove sliding and whirling around my cock. He lips applied just the right amount of pressure as they rode up and down the length. Her pace was magnificent. It was obvious she had but one goal and she chased it.
Within seconds, my hands dropped to the hair behind the mask.
"Careful, I'm going to --"
It was obvious what was coming next -- me. But she seemed to take it as a challenge and sped up. I felt her tongue lash over the head of my cock as she pumped the shaft with her lips. The sensation and the audience sent me over the edge, and I erupted. The woman didn't skip a beat. She carried on sucking and licking until she'd gathered every last drop.
Then, getting to her feet, she opened her mouth to the ladies, revealing my deposit lying on her tongue. To wild cheers, she proceeded to swallow it, which elicited an even larger cheer.
Then, I was unceremoniously ushered from the front of the room, cock still poking out, by the woman. "This way." She said matter-of-factly and pushed me toward a corridor that led off the hall. A small table had a stack of post-its on it. She took one and marched me to one of the doors. Pushing it open on a bedroom, she stuck the sticker on the door. It read: occupied. The door closed behind us.
"I just paid $5000 for you, boy. I want my money's worth." The woman rasped and dragged me towards the bed. My cock was wagging back and forth at half-mast. I knew it wouldn't take me much to get me in good standing. But I was going to require a couple of minutes between rounds.
The woman pushed me into a seated position on the side of the bed and stood in front of me. Then, sexily, she hooked her knickers with her thumbs and slid them down to reveal her beautiful pussy. I barely registered that I had immediately gone incredibly hard, her pussy was so gorgeous I barely noticed my erection. I reached out and ran a finger from her belly button, down to the top of her tiny island of pubic hair, then down onto her thigh, watching her shiver as I went. I took in every inch of her beautiful older body. I then repeated the move on the other side with my other finger. She shivered again, her pelvis trusting towards me. I leaned in, breathing in the aroma. It was intoxicating. The slightest hint of a familiar soap, the musky scent of sex, sweat, juices, skin, pheromones -- whatever. A cocktail of magnificence that took over my rational brain and engaged autopilot. I became a self-steering oral Tesla, my tongue ran along her pubic hair and my hands explored the little bumps and lumps that age had brought. This was a fit woman, and she wore her cellulite, small belly and stretch marks with pride. Who was I to disagree. My fingers and thumbs roamed over her mound, finding the glistening slit which yielded and extracted a moan from above me.
Then my tongue searched out the opening and I licked it from bottom to top before retracting my head. I felt hands grasp the back of my head, irresistible pulling me back in and I acquiesced. My tongue probed inside her and my mouth filled with her juices, further intoxicating me. I was lost. Having only ever tasted my sister's pussy before, this was exquisite, different but somehow similar in flavor. If anything, the mysterious woman was more free flowing, belying her age. The copious leak of her erotic essence overwhelmed my and I latched onto her clitoris and my fingers probed inside her. She gyrated and pushed against my face, all the time sweetly gasping and moaning her pleasure.
