The next year when the Halloween party came around, I was a year older, a year wiser and much more experienced. I had grown distant from my father and closer to my mother. Knowing that he had started having affairs shortly after they were married, put a knot in my thoughts toward him.
Meanwhile, my mother continued her affair with Grace. Twice I had heard them in my mother's bedroom in the throes of passion. Once, I had nearly walked in on them when my mother was using a large dildo on Grace's pussy. I was able to watch as they finished and watch my mother suck Grace's pussy juices off of the dildo and deep throat it. Afterwords, my mother talked at length about how she used to love to suck cock until she learned of her husband's infidelities.
I used my closer relationship with my mother to give her plenty of hugs and talk about how I would help her no matter what happened in the future. I worked to forge a close bond with her and provide her with a shoulder to lean in in my father's absence. I was rewarded with a new found comfort with my mother. She always hugged me and some nights she would come up to the apartment over the garage and sit on the bed with me while we watched a movie. I didn't make any overt sexual moves toward her, I didn't think that comfort zone was there, yet.
The Halloween party was bigger than any of the previous ones I remembered. My girlfriend, Amy had gone to a friend's wedding out of state and couldn't attend. I thought that I could use my single time to my advantage at the party.
The party progressed as usual. Lots of drinking, lots of laughter, the costumes weren't all as wild as previous years, but they were pretty good. Dad dressed as King Henry VIII and mom dressed as a 1930's gangster, with a double breasted suit and only a black bra on underneath. As usual, the bra was a push-up bra and mom's ample breasts pushed out of the bra and the suit. Grace dressed as a 1960's hippie with bell-bottom jeans and a halter top. I joined the party in costume this year, unbeknown to anyone, as Zorro.
A little after eleven, the party started getting wild. Dahlia jumped naked into the hot tub and was immediately followed by her ex, Henry and several other men. In a matter of minutes she was sucking her husband's cock while another guy fucked her from behind and another guy sucked on her tit. That seemed to be the signal for people to go nuts.
My dad took off with a red head I didn't recognize and later I saw her and dad in the tool shed. My mother remained a courteous host and didn't let all the new action distract her from her duties. I was coming up from the basement when I saw Jared Keith a friend of my dad's pin, my mom against the refrigerator and kiss her neck. His hands worked hard over her breasts.
Mom kept trying to quietly push him away. He kept saying, "Sylvia, let me at those great tits. Let me just have a little fun."
My mom finally said, "Your fun isn't my idea of fun." And pushed him away.
Jared staggered back. "Come on, Sylvia. You'll enjoy it."
"You'll enjoy it -- I'll regret it." She said.
She turned and quickly walked away from him before he could move again. Outside, my mom made herself a drink at the bar on the deck and then sat down and lit a cigarette. I had trailed behind her, but did not bother her. I just watched, waiting for her and Grace to have their fun together.
Much to my surprise a guy walked up to her and asked her for a cigarette. I recognized him as a guy from my college. I didn't know him, but I had seen him on campus often enough. My mom dug a cigarette out of her suit coat and handed it to him.
"Helluva party." He said as she lit the cigarette for him.
"Everyone's having fun."
"It's turning into a good old fashioned Roman orgy."
She studied him. "You like it?"
"Love it." He stretched showing her the bulge in his pants.
"You're from?"
"I'm a friend of the Harper's." He held forth his hand. "Steve."
She shook his hand. "Sylvia."
After a moment of silence, Steve leaned closer, "How come you're not indulging?"
"Haven't found anything worth indulging in." She took a big drink. "Besides, it's not all about the orgy."
He reached out and cupped her face in his hand. He stared at her for a long time then leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. My mom didn't fight the kiss. He pulled back after a moment. "Is there somewhere you and I could get better acquainted?"
She took a drag on her cigarette and studied him carefully. "I'm old enough to be your mother."
He laughed, "Incest is best. If I was your son, I'd want to do you."
Sylvia leaned back on the steps. "I didn't say I was your mother."
"Just a joke." He laughed nervously, "I'm just trying to tell you -- you're smoking hot."
"And when we're done?"
"What do you mean?" He shrugged. "We do the wild thing, have some fun, and we go our separate ways."
"What about my husband?"
"Where is he? Probably doing some other babe."
Sylvia stood up and dropped her cigarette. On the step her chest was even with Steve's face. "When we're done, what if I want more? What if I want a relationship? What if I need something more than mouthful of cum and an apology?"
He reached around her and pulled her to him. His chin went into her cleavage. "It's a party. Let's party."
Sylvia wiggled her tits a little and then pushed him away. "Sorry, Steve. I can get a quick fuck anywhere. I want more."
"I can give you more."
She turned up the steps, "No, you can't." She went past me in my Zorro costume, gulping her drink down as she went into the house. I turned and stayed a couple yards behind her as she made her way through the party, up the stairs and into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her with a slam behind her.
I turned and went back outside and after a moment realized that I might be able to see her from the balcony outside her room. I climbed up a tree -- not easy to do in a cape and boots -- and got onto the roof of my parents house with no problem. Over the top, I came down on the upstairs deck then out onto the ledge that went around to the balcony outside of my mom's room.
One corner of her balcony is obscured by a tall pine tree, it made it difficult to be quiet, but also gave me great cover from below where the hot tub, fuck fest on Dahlia was still going on. That also meant no one was looking up at the house. When I got onto the balcony, I peered through the french doors. There was Sylvia, with her suit coat unbuttoned sitting on the edge of her bed with a bottle of prescription pills in her hand.
Immediately, I was concerned -- in the last few weeks leading up to the party, she had seemed depressed and I knew that she had several prescription drugs for depression. I wanted to step inside, but thought I'd wait to see what happened. I didn't know if she had taken any pills or was just contemplating it.
After a moment she set the pill bottle down and reached over and opened the top drawer of her nightstand. She dug around briefly, then produced the same large rubber dildo I had seen her using on Grace a few months back. She held it in her hand staring at it. After a minute she stroked it with her left hand, very gently. She seemed to be debating about what she held in her hands. Her left hand stopped just under the head of the dildo and squeezed lightly.
"I could hold you off from coming." She said with a slight grin on her face. "I could just grip you at the right time and hold you there and watch that look of incredible want in your eyes." She stroked the dildo again, her hand moving up and down the shaft while her right hand held the fake penis steady. "Maybe I should go find him. Find him and let him fuck me." She dropped the dildo on the bed beside her. Her right hand went down to her crotch and began to rub. "Three years? Four years? I don't even know how long it's been since I had a real dick. He wants me. He's young, handsome, probably hung like a horse." She appeared to be discussing Steve who had approached her on the back deck.
While I liked what she was saying about needing a cock, I didn't want Steve to be the guy that would get her. She swayed a little on the bed, threw her head back as her hand pushed harder against her crotch.
