The Halloween Party

"Honey, let's go," my dad yelled from his bedroom. "We're already an hour late." I was sitting in my own bedroom at the time. My parents were getting ready to go out to a company Halloween party, hosted by my dad's boss. His boss was wealthy and had a huge house... and they loved to entertain to show it off.

"I just need fifteen more minutes, ok?" my mom, Ashley, said from the bathroom. She was obviously putting on her makeup and getting dressed in her costume. My dad came out of the room dressed in his pirate costume.

"Dylan, how's the job search going?" he asked. I graduated from college a year and a half ago and was half-heartedly looking for a job. I just didn't want to join real life right now.

"Well... I haven't got called back for an interview yet," I said.

"Look, son, you're a god-damned mess," he said, starting into another one of his speeches. "You need to get a job. No one's ever going to marry a twenty-five-year-old boy who's never had a job in his life, who practically hangs out with his mom all day and night. I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, ok? You need to get out there and get a job. Experience the world."

"I know, I know," I protested. I'd been hanging around a lot with my mom ever since I graduated. I was able to help her do things around the house like cleaning, yardwork... I felt useful.

"Look," he said, shaking his head. He just didn't understand me. "We're going to a party at my boss' house tonight. You know Karl Sampson right? My boss?"

I nodded. I remembered meeting him once.

"Well... you're going, too. Now, I'm going to introduce you to him and you're gonna keep your mouth shut. And I'm going to tell him you're a wonderfully fine young man, and that you have IQ of 140, and we're going to get you a decent job."

I stood there in shock. I was going to go to the party and be introduced to his boss? I didn't know if I could pull that off. This was the first time I'd ever even been invited to a party like this.

"Ok?" he asked. "There's a lot of young, college women who work there, too. And you know Karl, he's old school. He's has a lot of beautiful, young women working in his office with pencil skirts and blouses with open cleavage. It's open season over there." He looked at me to judge whether I could do this. I guess I didn't look interested enough in the description of the women. "Don't act like you don't like tits, boy. I see you salivating all over the pictures on the Internet."

I was a little shocked that my dad noticed that about me. I thought I'd been so careful.

"I'm almost ready... but..." mom said from the bathroom.

"Look," he said. "You're going to go to this party. We're going to find Karl. You're going to walk up to him. You're going to introduce yourself as my son and can you please have a job, sir. You're also going to help keep an eye on your mother. I'm concerned some drunk guy is going to paw at her. And I bet I'll get pulled away from her at some point. Understand? Can you handle that? One, get a job, and two, watch your mom. And I'll even give you $100."

"Yes, sir," I said. I was useless to protest. And... I'll get a little spending money and maybe I'd get a job out of the deal, too.

My dad walked over to his closet and pulled out a package with a Halloween costume in it. He handed it to me and I quickly saw that it was a Zorro costume.

"Now you have a costume, too. Don't fuck it up."

My mom walked into the room from the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her, covering up her costume. It looked like some kind of genie costume, with lots of see-through material.

"Why are you wearing a towel?" my dad said, confused. My mom looked embarrassed and definitely didn't seem to want to argue with my dad with me standing there. "Why are you covering up your costume? I bought you that on purpose."

"Oh, you mean the lingerie. I can't wear this to your work party," she argued, sounding rather snarky.

"Why? Why not?"

"Is it really that skimpy?" I asked.

"Of course it's not," Dad said. "She's just being modest as usual. Come on," he said, pulling at the edge of the towel to get her to remove it

"I can't," she said. "Not in front of Dylan. It's embarrassing."

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising his voice a little. "I chose the perfect costume for you. You are going to be scorching hot in that outfit. You're going to be the star of the whole party." He pulled at the towel again, urging her to take it off. "Come on... show me."

She shook her head, a bit disgusted, but unwrapped and tossed the towel aside. It was an incredible costume, especially on her body. Most of the costume was see-through, except for the tiny, bikini-like parts covering her breasts and mons. I felt myself getting excited seeing her in it. I rarely was around when she wore her bathing suit and this was so very close to it. Her body was incredible, with large breasts and a nice waist. She often complained about gaining weight, but I think she gained it in all the right places!

"Huh? Am I right?" my dad asked me, stating that he was so right. "Tell your mom how hot she looks." My mom looked so very embarrassed trying to cover up as much as she could. "Come on... do a little twirl for us."

My mom slowly turned around, showing us all of the angles. Seeing her ass was... well, it was something I will never forget.

"David," she complained. "It covers barely more than my bikini does. I'm sure the other women there aren't going to be showing up in swimwear."

"Look," he said, trying with all his might to defend his position and assuage her fears. "All the women at the party are going to be green with envy. And the guys? I'll tell you, one look at you... I'm going to be the proudest guy in the company. And if Karl notices you, I'll be getting a really good bonus this year."

"Come on, Dylan can't even look at me," she said, sweeping hre hand up at me. "It's embarrassing."

"That's 'cause the kid's got a hard on," dad said, pointing his hands at my crotch.

Both my mom and I looked shocked that he would even say such a thing. He was right, of course, but did he have to even mention it? God, I turned beet red. "I have no intention of turning anyone on, David. I want to be sophisticated and cool. Not slutty."

"What's wrong with a slutty costume?" he asked. "Halloween is like the one time of year you can dress slutty and not be judged for it. Besides... this is a great way to persuade Mr. Sampson to give me that raise."

"Of course," she said as if now she understood the whole thing. "How else will I seduce your boss."

"I didn't say seduce," he said. "Just... help persuade. Besides, don't you want to look good?"

"So now my role is to play the mindless bimbo wife, right? Who's to gush about you with my T and A on display." My mom looked unhappy and not about to back down.

My dad just raised his hands. He knew it wasn't worth arguing over any longer. They just needed to leave and get it over with. "Just... can we go?"

My mom raised her hands, feeling all her complaints falling on deaf ears. She walked out and down the stairs to grab her coat from the closet.

"Listen," my dad said, taking my shoulders in his hands. "The address is on the refrigerator. Be there in an hour."

"Ok, ok," I said. And with that he walked out and down the stairs. I heard the door shut and their car leave within a minute, leaving me alone in the house.

I went downstairs and went into the bathroom to change into my costume. As I looked in the mirror, I realized that I really didn't have much confidence to talk to someone like my dad wanted.

"Hi, I'm David's son..." I said, looking at myself, but stopped and shook my head. My voice sounded weak. There was no way anyone would hire me if I was that non-confident. I cleared my throat to try again. The next one I thought was said in what I thought sounded like a strong voice. Yeah... maybe I could do this. The third attempt sounded like the voice I needed. I nodded, a little proud of myself.

I got undressed and put on the Zorro costume. I remembered this one. My dad had worn it last year, the year my mom went as a cheerleader. The pants were made from some very thin material that looked pretty cheap. It seemed like I could see every bump in my body underneath. I still had a hard on from seeing my mom and definitely was a little worried that would be far too noticeable. The shirt was very loose fitting, like a polo, with several buttons at the top. And then there was a black cloth that would drape over my head, with eyeholes in the front, for a mask, a hat, and a belt with a long, plastic sword.

I grabbed the address from the kitchen and then drove over. It was only a twenty minute drive to get there and when I pulled into the driveway I knew that had to be the place. The house was huge! Bigger than I ever remember seeing. There were a lot of cars parked here and there and several men were outside, dressed in white shirts and black masks holding flashlights. They directed me to a spot. After shutting off my car, I put on the rest of my costume, and walked inside.

When I entered, people were everywhere, talking and eating from small plates in their hands. And most had glasses of alcohol. It looked like the party had been going for a little while and people were so lost in their own discussions they really didn't even bother me.

I glanced around, looking for my dad and mom and, not seeing them, moved around a little. At one point, a female server wearing a white, button-down shirt, black short skirt, and black mask came around and handed me a drink from her silver tray. It wasn't my first alcoholic drink, I don't even know what it was, but it was strong and gave me a little buzz.

I did finally find my parents after a minute or two, standing in another room, talking with some of the other guests. They seemed to be having a good time and mingling a little. Suddenly, my dad received a phone call... and he wasn't too happy about it.

When it rang, he looked at who was calling and seemed to be upset about it. He walked away from the group and answered it.

"Seriously?" he asked, loud enough for pretty much everyone to hear. I guess he wasn't happy about what he'd heard. "I'm at the party for crying-out-loud. You're telling me to leave it?... You're sorry? What the fuck is wrong with the numbers this time?... Ok! Ok, fine!... Whatever! I'll be there in fifteen minutes, ok?"

He hung up the phone and looked around for a moment. He spotted a man dressed up as the Lone Ranger and moved quickly over to him. I assumed that was his boss, Mr. Sampson. They talked for a moment and then the man kissed a woman next to him dressed up as an Indian girl, his wife. I think her name was Brandi or something. She wasn't too happy with the news and, in fact, seemed pretty pissed at him. Then my dad went back to my mom to tell her something she didn't like, too. He handed her the car keys. He was obviously leaving the party with his boss.

The men grabbed their belongings and headed out, leaving their wives behind. I guessed I was left to fend for myself. I could watch my mom all right, but I wasn't sure who I would approach now for that job. So I just spent the next half-hour watching my mom as she moved around to different people and groups. Then she started spending a lot of time with the Indian girl. The girl whispered something into my mom's ear and the two laughed like it was a joke or something. Then the Indian girl took her hand and led her away.

I did my best to follow them and watched them go upstairs, away from the party. I looked around to make sure no one saw me, and followed them. It certainly wasn't hard to follow them once I got to the top of the stairs, I just had to follow the giggling. I walked up to one of the doors down the hall and heard the giggling inside. So I slowly moved in, trying to see any trace of them, but they seemed to be around the corner.

When I glanced around the corner, they were there waiting for me. Brandi grabbed me and pulled me into the room while my mom closed the door.

"Hello," she said. "Come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly."

I was scared as hell. I mean, I didn't do anything wrong... really... but neither one of them expected me to be there. I felt guilty simply for crashing the party.

Brandi moved me to a chair in the corner, one set in front of a small, circular table. She grabbed it and moved it into the room a little more, before turning me around and pushing me into it. I started to say something, started to apologize, but she stopped me.

"Shh... no talking," she said, putting a finger to my lips. "You've been such a naughty boy, watching my dear Genie friend so closely... and since it's just us here, we're going to have a little fun."

I raised my hand to the mask and started to remove it, when she stopped me again.

"No, leave it on," she said, grabbing my wrist. "I think it's hotter to fuck a stranger. That whole Zorro mask thing makes you mysterious."

My mom came back and stood in front of me beside Brandi. "And your eyes on me at the party made me feel like a dirty exhibitionist. You've been such a naughty boy staring at me all night. The dirty thoughts that must have been going on in your head! But you can be forgiven," she giggled, "if you devote the rest of the party making us cum... over and over again."

"Wai..." I started to protest before my mom put her hand over my mouth.

"No, no, no... don't talk. I don't want you to kill a fantasy. I want your hands all over me." She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands up to her breasts, caressing them over my hands and her costume. "Mmmm... yes," she moaned, looking me right in the eye. I don't know how she didn't recognize me.

Brandi knelt beside me, reached in, and started stroking my cock over my pants. "Oooh, you're so hard. I haven't had a hard dick like this in years," she giggled.

My mom removed my hands for a moment and then pulled her top down, completely exposing her breasts to me. I thought they were incredible when they were covered by her costume... but... wow! They were even more incredible naked! They were large and soft, her nipples hard, like little pebbles.

"Put your hands all over me," she said again, grabbing my hands and putting them back on her now-bare breasts. "Mmmm," she moaned and then moved one of my hands down her body. "You've got me so wet," she said softly. "Feel." She slid my hand between her legs, touching right on her pussy which was covered by some very thin material. While I was touching her very warm and soft inner thigh, she grabbed the material and pulled it aside, baring her pussy.

I could feel the heat of her immediately, and when she pulled the material away, I could smell just how excited she was. There was no way I could touch her... I mean, she was my mom! But she grabbed my hand and moved it right onto her pussy. I touched her first with the back of my fingers and then, turning my hand over, slid my fingertips just inside her labia. God, she was so very wet, and her hips moved forward and back in her excitement.

"It's been a while since I had one so shy," she told Brandi. "But I love the way you're touching me. It feels so good."

Brandi then moved behind me, grabbed my hands, and pulled them behind the chair. I don't know what she used, but she tied them behind my back, making me very helpless. Both women then knelt in front of me, both touching me lightly on my chest, abdomen, shoulders, face, and neck. They were driving me crazy and my thin pants couldn't hide my excitement.

My mom started kissing my neck as I softly moaned. It felt incredible. Then, before I realized it, Brandi was kissing me on the lips. Her lips felt so soft... so needy... so wanting.

"You are now our little playtoy," she whispered. "We're going to make you our little pussy licker."

I gasped and before I could respond, my mom was kissing me... then Brandi was kissing me again. They kept passing me back and forth and then my mom kissed my neck and started moving lower.

"Looks like he's ready for us," my Mom giggled.

Oh God! I could only imagine how hard my cock looked in my pants. The material was so thin and cheap, I was surprised my cock didn't rip right through it.

"You go ahead and have his cock first," Brandi said. She sat back and removed the long, pig-skin looking shirt that was most of her costume. Underneath was only her skimpy bra and panty set.

I felt my mom's hands on my erection, stroking it and feeling it through my pants. Then her hands moved to the button holding it closed, and opened them up. She pulled at my pants and underwear until my cock was completely exposed and standing straight up.

Brandi had my attention for a moment, until I felt my mom's tongue and lips on my shaft, slowly licking and kissing up its entire length. I looked down just as she reached the top and slid her lips around it, closing her eyes and seductively sucking on the head. Holy fuck! Her mouth felt incredible! I'd never had a blowjob so incredibly erotic before.

Brandi knelt beside my mom, her hands on my thigh, stroking it while she watched my mom. My mom's hand was stroking just beneath her mouth, stroking and squeezing my shaft before her mouth slid all the way down to the bottom, fully embedding my cock in her mouth and throat. She gurgled a moment, sending waves and waves of pleasure over my body before she slid back up to the tip again. She seemed so proud of herself as her hand stroked once more.

"Give it to him nice and sloppy," Brandi said, "like a good little whore. And leave it nice and sloppy for me."

Barely missing a beat, Brandi grabbed my shaft, stroking it even as my mom's hand left. Then she licked the shaft from the bottom to the top and sucked on the head before deepthroating it just as good as my mom had. After several minutes of sucking so wonderfully on my cock while I watched, helplessly, she handed my shaft back to my mom.

My mom didn't waste time, sliding my cock deep into her mouth once more, putting aside the preliminaries of licking or sucking on just the tip. Brandi took hold of my mom's hair and held it back, keeping it out of the way.

"Oh, I love to watch your pretty face choke on his cock," she said, pushing the back of my mom's head to make her go even deeper. When my mom pulled her mouth off, they kissed while my mom continued stroking me. "I want to taste his cock right off your mouth... your sweet lips," Brandi said, kissing and licking my mom right in front of me. My cock throbbed seeing something so sexually stimulating.

Brandi then moved behind my mom and totally unfastened her top, tossing it aside. "Why don't you wrap those nice big tits around his cock," she said, helping my mom move closer to me. She laid my cock between her tits and squeezed them around the shaft before sliding up and down. It was so hot seeing my cock buried between them, peeking out occasionally to meet her waiting tongue.

"Oh my God, that's so good," my mom moaned. "I'm getting so fucking wet."

Brandi stood and removed both her bra and panties, now totally naked. "You can keep these," she said, putting her panties over my head. She turned around and stepped back between my legs, spreading them open. Then she reached back between her legs and grabbed my shaft, directing it up towards her pussy, as she slowly lowered her ass until her pussy touched the head of my cock.

"Let me show you how to handle a cock like this properly," she said, condescendingly. My cock slid into her tight wetness slowly as she pushed down on it. "Come here," she ordered my mom. My mom moved forward and the two kissed as Brandi slowly fucked me. Then Brandi kissed lower, kissing and licking my mom's nipples.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Brandi asked.

My mom moaned, watching her lips and tongue tease each of her nipples. "Yeah, it does."