Mom Son Lap Halloween

I put on the Halloween costume that Mom bought me and shook my head. “Mom, you can’t be serious,” I complained loudly.

“Come out here so I can see it,” she insisted.

I stood in front of her and put my hands on my hips. “I’m not wearing this,” I stated.

“Why not?! You look great!”

It was a Tarzan costume. A loincloth and leather sandals. The loincloth was basically bikini briefs with leather ties on the sides and rough-cut leather triangles that hung loose in the front and back. The briefs weren’t visible because of the hanging leather panels, so people might think I was naked underneath.

That was it. A whole lot of my skin and a few bits to hide my junk.

“I can’t wear this in public,” I said. “It’s ridiculous.”

Mom jumped off the sofa and put her hands on my broad chest. “It’s not ridiculous! You look hot!” she insisted and looked up at me with her big brown eyes and batted her long eyelashes. “Please, honey?”

It was always hard to deny her when she looked at me like that. “Come on, Mom. I might as well be naked. It’s crazy.”

“It’s an adult party, Ryan. Everyone tries to come up with the sexiest costumes. And since this year’s theme is ‘Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses’ I think that Tarzan ‘King of the Jungle’ will blow away all of the other costumes.”

“Make Dad wear it then,” I grumbled.

“Your dad doesn’t have your muscles.” Her warm hands slid from my pecs to my shoulders and on to my big biceps, which she lightly squeezed. She could tell I wasn’t convinced, so she added, “There are always young women at these parties, dressed as sexily as they can. Don’t you want to catch their attention?”

“I don’t know, Mom,” I wavered.

Her lush little body pressed against me. “Pleeeeease?” she begged.

I gave in, as I almost always did when she wanted something. “Okay. I’ll wear it,” I reluctantly agreed. I was 6’2″ tall and 190 pounds of muscle, so showing off my body wasn’t going to embarrass me.

“Excellent. You won’t regret it, honey.” She kissed my cheek.

The Wallace family’s annual Halloween party really was a big deal in Knoxville. My parents were proud that they’d been invited for eight straight years.

Dad was a professor at the university, and his female students often had crushes on him because he was tall, slim and handsome.

Mom was a successful author of romance novels. One of my friends described her as a “pint size sex kitten”, which all the other guys agreed was perfect. At 42 years old, her tiny 5-foot tall body was perfectly toned and sported lush C-cup boobs and a round ass. Shoulder-length black hair framed a sultry face highlighted by plush lips and naturally long eyelashes.

This was the first year that our family’s invitation included me. I was 19 and just started college at the University of Tennessee. I had an athletic scholarship to play baseball. I guess that caught the attention of the Wallace family when they made the guest list.

Mom picked up a bottle and told me, “You need to use this every day until the party.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a moisturizer with a tanning agent in it,” she explained.

“I don’t want an orange fake tan, Mom.”

She shook her little head and squirted moisturizer on her hand. “It’s not like that, Ryan,” she informed me. “This is quality stuff that looks perfectly real. Each time you use it has a light tanning effect, but if you use it every day you’ll have a nice even tan by the party. It will get rid of your ‘farmer’s tan'”.

My arms and face did have a darker than than my pale torso. I sighed, “I guess if I’m going to be practically naked I should try to look my best.”

“You’re going to look awesome.” She stepped behind me and began to massage the moisturizer onto my back with slow strokes. It felt good.

“How am I supposed to apply it to my back every day?” I asked. I was a freshman at the local university and lived in a dorm.

“You don’t want your roommate Stan to do it?” Mom teased and laughed. “I’ll do it for you, of course. Come by every afternoon and I’ll take care of it.”

Her tiny hands finished rubbing the lotion on my back. “You should become a masseuse. My back feels great,” I told her.

“Good. That will be an added enticement to get you over here every day,” she replied.

Suddenly Mom untied the leather stings on each side of my loincloth. I grabbed it to prevent it from falling off in front, but I felt the back hang down. “Mom!” I yelped.

She saucily reasoned, “Your butt is very pale, honey. It needs the lotion so white skin doesn’t show around the loincloth.”

“Christ, Mom. I can do that myself!”

“You can’t see your own butt,” she pointed out. “This will only take a minute.”

Her lotion-slick hands caressed my butt and I involuntarily tensed back there. “That feels weird,” I complained.

“Feels good to me! You have a great butt, Ryan.” She pressed harder, kneading my glutes. Then she lightly smacked my ass and announced, “All done! That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, I guess not.” My cock had swelled from the attention she gave my butt.

Mom retied my loincloth strings then gave me a hug and said, “Thank you for being a good sport about your costume, honey.”

“No problem, Mom,” I responded. “But if a bunch of fat old women try to grope me at this party, I’m going to be pissed.”

“The Wallaces only invite the best-looking people in Knoxville to their Halloween party, Ryan. No fat old broads. Like I said, there will be plenty of pretty girls your age. Lots of beautiful married ladies too.”

“It sounds wild. It’s not an orgy, is it?”

Mom made a face. “Eww. No. Just people dancing and having fun. What makes it interesting is that couples don’t stick together all night. Everyone mixes and mingles on their own. So it’s very likely that some married women will ask you to dance.”

“And that’s okay?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Will you ask men to dance with you?”

Mom nodded and smiled. “One more thing, honey. Will you apply the lotion to my back? I want to even out my tan too.”

“Sure. No problem.”

She pulled her t-shirt off over her head and laid face down on the sofa. Her hands reached behind her to unfasten her bra and move the strap out of the way. “Have at it,” she said.

I squirted lotion on my hands and rubbed them together to warm them. Starting at her neck, I slowly smoothed the moisturizer on evenly.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That feels good.”

It didn’t take long to cover her slim little back. “Want me to do your butt?” I teased.

She chuckled. “I’ll be wearing a miniskirt so that’s not necessary.”

“Who are you going as?” I asked as I hooked her bra strap for her.

“Cleopatra.”

“Did she wear miniskirts?”

“This Cleopatra does.” Mom sat up, giving me a look at her boobs in her thin, lacy bra before putting on her t-shirt again.

==

The next afternoon I walked into our family home and called out, “I’m here for my back rub!” Mom’s an author who writes at home so I knew she’d be there.

Mom came out of her office with the lotion in one hand and the Tarzan loincloth in the other. “Good timing,” she said. “I just finished a chapter and I don’t feel like writing any more today. Put on your costume.”

“Why are you wearing a bikini? And why do I need to wear that?”

“It’ll be easier to apply the lotion to me if I’m just in my bikini, and you should wear your loincloth because it will help get you used to wearing it,” she told me, “and it gives me easy access to your back and butt.” She grinned wickedly.

I rolled my eyes but took the loincloth and went to put it on.

When I returned to the living room, Mom said, “You look so good in that!”

“I feel naked.”

“Uh huh. That’s why you look so good,” Mom teased. “Lay down on the sofa so I can put this stuff on you.”

She stood beside the sofa and thoroughly rubbed lotion into my back. “I can see that it’s working already, honey. Your pale back is getting darker.”

“Your hands are magic,” I told her. “My back is totally relaxed.”

“Good. Time to do your butt.” She untied the loincloth and moved the back out of the way.

I didn’t tense up that time. Having Mom’s little hands on my butt was odd, but damn it felt good. Like the day before, she finished by lightly spanking my butt.

We switched places and I untied her bikini top. I took it slow and easy, massaging all over her back.

“Mmm. You have magic hands too,” she praised.

Every afternoon for the rest of the week was like that. I admit that I looked forward to it.

The day before Halloween arrived; the last day to apply lotion.

I was face down on the sofa as usual, but Mom was straddling my thighs on her knees. She said that position made it easier for her to lean over me and give me the best rubdown. “Your back is so sexy,” she cooed as her hands stroked up and down.

“How can a back be sexy?” I asked.

“A V-shape muscular back that’s wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist is super sexy,” she informed me. “And that’s what you’ve got.”

I didn’t have a response to that. She massaged my back for much longer than necessary to spread the lotion. I did not complain.

She untied my loincloth and moved it out of the way. “Do I have to explain how a butt can be sexy?” she playfully asked.

“No. I understand that one.”

She rubbed and kneaded my ass with relish. “Your butt is perfect, honey. Firm and nicely rounded. And the dimples! God!”

I flexed my glutes and Mom giggled like a girl. “Do that again,” she urged. I did and she laughed. “That feels awesome!”

She tied my loincloth straps and it was her turn for a final rub down.

I knelt over her thighs, the same way she did, and my hands went to work.

“Mmm,” she purred in delight. “I love it.”

I spent a lot of extra time massaging her, then joked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to do your butt too?”

Mom thought about it for a long moment, then surprised me by saying, “Go for it. I’ve been wondering how it feels.”

Emboldened, I tugged her bikini bottom down to mid-thigh. “Your butt is really pale, Mom. We should’ve been doing this every day.”

“Missed opportunity,” she replied.

I hesitated for just a second, then squirted lotion directly on her buns and smoothed it around.

“Oooo. That does feel good,” Mom moaned.

“Yeah it does,” I agreed. “Your butt is awesome, Mom.”

“It’s not too big?” she asked.

“Not at all. You have perfect curvy proportions.”

“Sometimes I think I’d look better if I was thinner because I’m so short,” she explained.

“Nah. My friends sure don’t think so,” I assured her.

“Why? What do they say?”

I decided to tell her the truth, to boost her self-esteem. “Jimmy called you a pint-size sex kitten and all the guys agreed. They think you look great.”

She thought about it and said, “I guess I should be proud that my old butt has your friends’ stamp of approval.”

“Mine too,” I told her. “Flex it for me.” She did and we both laughed. “You’re right. That feels awesome with my hands on you.”

I smacked her butt and pulled up her bikini bottom.

We stood and looked at each other. Mom’s stiff nipples tented her bikini top and my cock was swollen although not erect.

“I like our massages,” she confessed. “Can we keep doing it after the party? You know, just every once in a while.”

“Sure. I like it too,” I agreed.

==

Halloween arrived.

Mom and Dad always volunteered to help the Wallace’s decorate their mansion for the big Halloween party. Dad and I loaded our van with the decorations while Mom finished getting herself ready.

Dad wore a Caesar costume that consisted of a long toga, a gold crown, gold cuff bracelets and leather sandals. He looked distinguished. On the other hand, I was wearing the Tarzan loincloth. “How did your mom convince you to wear that?” Dad asked. He looked amused.

“I don’t know,” I grumbled. “She can talk me into anything.”

Dad just laughed.

A bit later I had almost everything in the van and called out, “Dad, these big column things don’t fit in the van.” The two columns were part of a gateway decoration. One of the rear seats was already removed, but the columns were still too long to fit.

Dad came to look. “Fold down the front passenger seat and they’ll fit.”

“That only leaves one seat for me and Mom,” I pointed out.

“True,” he replied. He looked stumped.

“This is why I need to take my car,” I said. I wanted to drive myself so I could bail if the party sucked. But that apparently wasn’t an option.

“We only have one parking permit,” Dad reminded me.

The party was so freaking big they had to issue parking permits. Isn’t that nuts?

“I’ll get an Uber! No parking permit needed.”

“Good thinking, Ryan,” Dad praised and patted me on the back.

Mom appeared at that moment and declared, “You’re not getting an Uber.”

Dad and I turned to look at her and our jaws dropped. Her costume was Cleopatra, and it was stunning. She wore a white bikini top that strained to contain her bouncy tits and a white mini skirt, leaving her toned belly bare. Gold accessories made the costume special, including a gold crown, a wide gold necklace, a gold snake wrapped around her right bicep, gold cuff bracelets, a gold chain around her waist and gold sandals on her feet. Heavy black “cat eye” makeup and red lipstick highlighted her sultry face. Her black shoulder-length hair was straightened, perfect for Cleopatra.

“Wow, honey! You’ve outdone yourself this year!” Dad gushed.

“Yeah, Mom, you look spectacular,” I agreed. “But why can’t I Uber to the party?”

“Because you’ll get halfway there, decide this party is stupid, turn around and come back home,” she predicted.

She knew me too well. That was definitely what I’d do.

“We had to fold down the front passenger seat, Mom. There’s no place for me to sit,” I argued.

She pondered for a moment, then said, “I’ll sit on your lap.”

“What?” I replied.

“It’s only a half-hour drive, Ryan, and I’m tiny. I won’t squash you.” She gave Dad and I a look that meant she didn’t want to hear any more about it. “Let’s go. If we don’t hurry we won’t have time to put up the decorations.”

==

Dad put bluegrass music on the van stereo and pulled out of our driveway.

I attached my seatbelt, but Mom was out of luck if we got into an accident so I wrapped my strong arms around her middle. She looked down at my arms then turned sideways so she could look me in the eye. “Are you my seatbelt?” she asked.

“Better than nothing,” I said.

“Thank you,” she replied and rested her little head on my broad muscular chest. “How did you get to be so … brawny? All of the men on your father’s side of the family are thin, and on my side they’re skinny and short.”

“How should I know? Was the postman brawny?” I kidded.

“If your face wasn’t a mirror image of your dad’s, other people might wonder the same thing,” Mom admitted. She dragged her hand down my side until it came to rest on my cut abs.

The van hit a pothole and Mom bounced on my lap. “Sorry,” she said.

“No problem. You’re as light as feather.” I felt my cock swell a bit, but I willed it to behave. Getting hard in this situation was unthinkable.

“How’s it going back there?” Dad called out over the music on the stereo.

“We’re fine, dear,” Mom answered.

“Traffic is slow, but I think we’ll get there in about 20 minutes,” he told us.

Mom and I were silent for a couple minutes. Holding the warmth of her against my nearly naked body was interesting to say the least. “You smell nice,” I said softly. She had a light floral scent.

She gave me a funny look. “I don’t think you’ve ever noticed my perfume before.”

I shrugged. “I’ve never held you on my lap before.”

“It’s Caswell-Massey Elixir of Love No. 1,” she educated me.

I smirked. “Elixir of Love?”

“Number 1,” she added and laughed. “Perfume names are crazy.”

After another quiet pause, I requested, “Tell me more about this party.”

Mom sat up and turned so she was facing me, straddling my legs. My hands held her hips. Her hands went to my pecs. “Everyone in town wants to go, but the Wallaces are very particular. If you aren’t fit, you aren’t invited. 500 of the best looking people in Knoxville will be there.”

“500?”

She nodded. “This party is huge, Ryan.” Her hands caressed down to my abs, then back up to my pecs. “The tanning lotion worked great. Your skin is glowing all over!”

“Yours too,” I returned the compliment. My hands slid up her sides and back down to rest on her hips again.

She nodded happily. “We’re both soft and tan.” Her hands continued to explore. Massaging my shoulders. Sliding down my arms. Fingertips bumping over my abs.

My big hands moved up her sides again, until hitting her bikini top strap, then slid inward with fingers sliding just under her tits. She squirmed and inhaled sharply. “You’re stunning in your Cleopatra costume,” I praised.

“Thank you, honey.” She leaned in to kiss my cheek.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her torso against me. Her arms loosely circled my neck and her lush breasts compressed on my hard chest. Mom rested her head on my shoulder.

“Will you save a dance for your mom tonight?” she inquired.

“Of course,” I assured her.

We sat that way, holding each other as the miles and minutes passed. The movement of the van made her boobs rub my chest.

I flipped up the back of her miniskirt and grasped her asscheeks. “One last massage before the party,” I told her. My hands rubbed and kneaded her bum through her thin panties.

“Unnnh,” she moaned in my ear, “I love your big hands.” She squirmed sensually and rubbed her tits on me harder.

Dad turned the van off the road onto a long gravel driveway leading to the mansion. I quickly smoothed down Mom’s miniskirt. She kissed my cheek and swiveled around to face forward.

The driveway was a half-mile long and the entire length would be lined with cars that evening. We were early so Dad got a parking spot on the circular driveway in front of the mansion.

It was a real mansion. 9 bedrooms, kitchen, dining room, living room, den, home theater, library, a couple of offices, several bathrooms and a big ballroom that was the main location for the party.

Dad got out and opened the sliding side door for us. “Did you two survive the trip?” he asked.

“No problems at all, Dad,” I told him.

“I told you it would be fine,” Mom chipped in.

“Good, because you’ll have to do the same thing tomorrow morning when we drive home,” he teased.

I stopped short. “Tomorrow?!”

“I thought we told you,” Dad said. “We crash here overnight so we can take the decorations home with us tomorrow. A lot of the guests do the same because they get too drunk to drive.”

“Nobody said this was an overnighter,” I fumed and glared at Mom. “Are there bedrooms reserved for us?”

Mom and Dad both laughed. “Oh honey,” Mom said. “There will be around 200 people sleeping here tonight. There are no reserved bedrooms. We all sleep wherever we find a spot.”

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned.

I unloaded the van but I was pissed off about the overnight thing so I slipped away and left the actual decorating to Mom, Dad and the other volunteers.

The mansion was fascinating to explore. I passed a few people in the halls but nobody asked who I was nor said a word about my skimpy Tarzan costume.

I looked for a spot that I could stake out as mine for sleeping that night, and I hit the jackpot in the rear of the mansion on the second floor. A side hall went to a utility closet, but an alcove on the right had a door to an office. It wasn’t big, containing only a desk and a loveseat. Fortunately for me, the loveseat folded out to a bed.

I opened up the bed and found that sheets and a blanket were already on it. The memory foam mattress wasn’t thick, but I figured it would be comfortable enough. Beggars can’t be choosers.

I found a sheet of paper and a black marker. I wrote “Keep Out” on the paper and taped the paper to the outside of the door. My hope was that the guests would assume the homeowner wrote the note and stay out of the office. I had my fingers crossed that it would be my private room that night. All of the other suckers could crash wherever, but I planned to sleep well.

I continued wandering around the mansion and then went outside. It was a scenic location on a hilltop with a view of the nearby Smoky Mountains. The high temperature that day was 65 but it was forecast to drop to 45 that night. Too chilly to be walking around outside for long in a loincloth.

When I went back inside, guests were arriving. Mom was right about the invitees. It was an attractive crowd.

I stumbled upon a big spread of finger food in the dining room and dug in. I also got myself a beer. The bartenders weren’t carding anyone.

Mom appeared and sarcastically asked, “Having fun?”

I nodded. “Good so far.”

She scowled. “I did not appreciate your disappearing act when we were putting up the decorations.”

“I didn’t appreciate learning that I’m stuck here until tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t have come if you knew.”

“No kidding!” I replied.

Mom stepped closer and poked my chest with a finger. “Social events like this are good for you. You have no idea who you might meet tonight. Maybe someone who is important to your future career. Maybe even your future wife. But if you have a bad attitude it won’t happen.”

“I have reasons for a bad attitude,” I countered. I held up a finger. “I’m almost naked in a stupid Tarzan costume.” I held up a second finger. “My mom sat on my lap on the drive here.” I held up a third finger. “I’m stuck here overnight with no place to sleep.” I didn’t want her to know about my secret room to sleep in.

Surprisingly, Mom looked hurt. “Having me on your lap wasn’t so bad, was it?”

It was an odd thing for her to focus on. “No. It was okay, I guess,” I responded.

She still looked hurt and sighed, “I’m sorry about the costume and keeping you in the dark about sleeping here. But I always have your best interests at heart, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” I conceded.

She smiled faintly. “I’m going to ignore that you’re drinking beer. But no more than a couple, please. Nobody likes a drunk.”

I nodded and Mom left. I watched her round butt sway and her little miniskirt swish back and forth.

A redheaded girl in a Little Mermaid costume walked right up to me and said, “Hi, Tarzan! Me Jane!”

My brain missed a few gears because she was seriously cute. Her bikini top was shaped like two seashells, and her skirt was long, narrow and sparkly to resemble a fish tail. She filled the costume well. Plump breasts. Slim waist. Curvy hips and butt. Meanwhile, the girl batted her long eyelashes and waited for a response. “Um … I thought the Little Mermaid’s name was Ariel,” I finally replied.

“It is, but my name is Jane. Jane Astor. Pleased to meet you.” She held out her hand and I shook it.

“Sorry. You dazzled me with your beauty. I’m Ryan. Ryan Reed.”

Jane smiled. “Dazzled? We’re off to a good start! Can I join you after I grab something to eat?”

“Please do.”

She caught me watching her walk, but she only grinned. Her long tight skirt was slit up one side, providing her some freedom of movement and exposing a nice leg.

Alright, I said to myself. Maybe this party wasn’t going to be so bad.

Jane came back with a small plate of food and an ice tea. We talked and I learned that she was a junior at UT. I was only a freshman but that didn’t bother her. She gave me advice about classes to take.

The cute redhead’s eyes kept drifting down to my loincloth. Finally she gathered the courage to ask, “Are you wearing anything under that?”

“You can look, if you want,” I offered.

She thought about it, then shook her head. “Half the fun is not knowing,” she giggled.

We heard music coming from the ballroom, so we finished our drinks and went there. The first tune was disco and the second was pop from the 90s. The DJ followed up with a classic rock song. Jane and I playfully bopped to all of it. She was quite a ham on the dance floor, which made me laugh.

“Thanks for the dances, Tarzan,” Jane said, surprising me. I thought we were getting along great.

“Leaving me already?” I asked.

“Don’t be offended. Women aren’t supposed to spend too much time with one man at this party,” she informed me. “It’s a tradition. Dance to a few songs, then move on.”

“Oh, okay,” I replied, disappointed. “Enjoy the party, Jane.”

“You too, Ryan,” she replied cheerily. She gave me a hug and off she went.

I stepped to the side of the big room to watch but I wasn’t alone for long. A platinum blonde woman with big tits made a beeline for me. “Hello,” she cheerfully greeted me. “I’m Amy.”

It was hard to guess her age because she had that “wow” factor. Women who look that good are ageless. She was older than me though. Medium height and a hard body. Except for the mountains on her chest.

She was wearing a bee costume. Little yellow dress with wide black stripes. Wings on her back. Black lace stockings. And a gold crown on her head. “Are you a queen bee?” I asked.

“You’re the first one to get it right!” It made her happy and she gave me a quick hug.

“It’s clever,” I told her. It fit the Kings and Queens party theme but in an offbeat way.

“Tarzan, King of the Jungle is clever too,” she countered.

“My mom gets the credit for that.”

“Your mom?”

“Yep. She bought the costume for me. My parents have been coming to this party for years. This is my first time,” I explained.

Amy told me that this was the first invitation for her and her husband Gary too. They had a little girl who some friends were babysitting. Her husband was a student at UT, which caused me to mentally take a couple years off her age estimate.

The DJ was playing all kinds of music, and when he put on a Frank Sinatra song Amy got excited and pulled me onto the dance floor. It was already beginning to get crowded but not many people knew how to dance to this music. I did. “You can dance!” my busty blonde dance partner enthused.

“My mom made me take lessons when I was a kid,” I said. “You’re better than me.”

“Thanks. I love dancing to this classic music.”

The next songs were rock and pop, and we did okay with those too. Amy thanked me and went to find her next dance partner.

That was how the party went for a few hours. I never had to approach a girl. When I stopped dancing with one, another popped up to get me back out on the floor.

It was awesome. So many fit girls. Any variety you could want. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. All races. Ages from around 20 up to mid-fifties, I guessed.

==

A slow song finished and I unwrapped my arms from around a woman who I guessed was around 50 years old. I’d recognized her from a local news show. Like everyone at the party, she was fit but she carried some real heft in her tits and ass. She put a hand on the side of my face and gave me a tender kiss. “Thanks for dancing with an old woman, Ryan. You’re a sweety.”

“It was my pleasure,” I told her and leaned back in for another kiss. It lingered and our tongues bumped.

She broke the kiss and fanned her face with her hand. “Woo,” she groaned. “If I weren’t married …”

“If you weren’t married, I’d drag you off to someplace private,” I told her. I wouldn’t really, but I liked to make the women feel good about themselves. Particularly the ones who didn’t have the highest self-regard.

She laughed off my flattery. “Enjoy the rest of the party, Ryan! It’s time for me to check in with my husband.”

I wandered around the mansion for a while to escape the crush and heat of the ballroom. When I circled back to the ballroom, the Little Mermaid Jane, who was the first girl I danced with that night, hurried up to me with another girl in tow. “Ryan!” Jane exclaimed. “I thought we’d never find you. This is Tracy. She’s kind of bashful so I told her she should dance with you because you’re the nicest guy here.” Jane pushed Tracy toward me.

Tracy was absolutely stunning. She looked like a Barbie doll come to life. Tall, blonde and thin except for her tits and ass. She was my age. “Hi,” she shyly squeaked and blushed.

Jane immediately darted away, leaving us alone on the edge of the crowded ballroom.

I dragged my eyes up from her tits and greeted her. “I’m Ryan. What kind of costume is that? It’s beautiful.”

She wore a purple velvet floor-length gown. It had a low neckline to show cleavage and intricate gold embroidery all over the bodice. “My fiance picked it for me. He said it’s a Renaissance princess gown, whatever that means. It’s not sexy like all the other girls’ costumes.” She seemed to be embarrassed about being different.

“It is sexy but classy too. You look great.”

That made her smile. “Thanks.”

“Your fiance brought you to the party?” I asked.

She nodded. “John is here somewhere. Women keep asking him to dance,” she informed me with a frown.

The DJ announced, “Here’s something for all you country fans.” He played “Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Show.

“This is my kind of music!” Tracy yelped. “Will you dance with me?” Heck yeah, I would. Everyone began to do the two-step and that meant the mass of people was put into motion, circling around the big dance floor.

I didn’t know how to do the two-step, but Tracy did and she taught me the basics pretty quick. I loved it. When that girl got over her nerves, she was a real bundle of energy.

“We must be a funny sight,” I told her. “You in a full length gown and me in a loincloth doing the two-step.”

She giggled. “I noticed a lot of people looking at us.”

The music rolled right into another country tune so we stayed on the dance floor and kept doing our thing.

Tracy’s right hand stroked my arm. “Your muscles are just like my fiance’s,” she told me.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The gorgeous girl smiled and nodded. Suddenly she chirped, “Oh! There he is. John!”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. We stopped in front of a guy who was built like me. Big and strong. “John, this is Ryan. He’s been looking after me while you were dancing with that woman,” she said and gave him a scowl.

“I got rid of her as quickly as I could,” he replied. He stuck out his hand and we shook. “Thanks for keeping Tracy company, Ryan,” he said. “You can probably tell that this kind of party isn’t really for us.”

“Maybe you more than me,” Tracy pouted.

“I’d much rather be home alone with you,” he sincerely told her.

With relief, the girl hugged and kissed her fiance. “Let’s go home then,” she suggested. I envied that guy and wondered how a man who looked 40 landed a blonde bombshell who was half his age. Tracy looked back at me and waved. “Bye Ryan!”

While I watched Tracy walk away, Mom appeared at my side. She watched the tall blonde too. “Wow,” Mom exclaimed. “Did you get her number?”

“She’s engaged to that guy,” I replied, “and kind of ditzy. But very nice.” I turned my focus to Mom. “How’s it going? I saw you dancing a couple of times.”

“I’ve danced non-stop. This has to be the best Halloween party in the world!” she declared. “Seems like you’re having fun too.”

“I am,” I admitted. “Thanks for making me come.”

She put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my cheek. “I know what’s good for my boy.”

“Have you seen Dad?”

She nodded. “We danced a couple times. He’s in high demand by the ladies, although maybe not as much as you.”

A song ended and the DJ played “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt. Everyone drew their partner close for the slow song.

I took Mom’s hand and guided her onto the dance floor. My arms snaked around her little waist and hers coiled around my strong neck. We swayed along with the crowd. We smiled and our eyes locked. The three minute song seemed a lot longer. It was blissful. Near the end of the song, I softly said in her ear, “Best dance of the night.”

She nodded in agreement.

That song ended and the DJ went up-tempo with “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode. Mom grinned and yelled, “I love this song!” She released her hold on my neck and began to jump to the heavy beat. I followed her lead and jumped too. Her round tits bounced in her bikini top.

People nearby jumped along with us, and in few seconds the whole crowd was jumping up and down to the beat as one huge single entity. It was wild!

“Reach out and touch faith!” Mom loudly sung along to the song.

We jumped and shimmied against each other, grinning like idiots all the while. When the song ended I grabbed her waist, hoisted her into the air and spun us around. She laughed with joy.

Before I put her down, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and exclaimed, “You’re so much fun, honey!”

The kiss made my head buzz.

The DJ put on “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana and the crowd cheered the iconic opening riffs. Mom immediately got into it. Her head thrashed, flinging her hair around. Her body bopped up, down and side to side.

I grasped her moving hips and spun her so her back was to me. Mom looked over her shoulder with a hungry leer. I pulled her round butt to contact my crotch. She didn’t hesitate to continue her dance, grinding her ass on my loincloth.

I moved to the music too, using my grip on her hips to hold us together. My cock swelled but I used all of my mental control to hold it back from a full erection.

Mom leaned her whole body back on me and her head lolled back. I couldn’t resist kissing her long neck. She writhed in pleasure so I kissed her neck again and again.

With her weight fully leaning on me, I didn’t need to hold her hips. I did what felt natural … I palmed her boobs. Lord, those warm, soft mounds felt good! Mom trembled and her hands covered mine, but he didn’t try to pull them away. I groped her tits and kissed her neck until the song ended. It was nirvana.

Mom spun around to face me, blushing wildly. “You are so bad!” she playfully scolded. Then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me again, longer this time.

“Me?” I teased. “It takes two to tango, Mom.”

She laughed and let go of me. “I’m sure there’s a long line of women waiting to dance with you, so you better get back to them.”

I took her hand and urged, “Stay for a few more songs.”

She shook her pretty head. “I’ll see you later, honey. Have fun!” She knew I’d watch her walk away, so she swished her miniskirt dramatically and glanced back at me with twinkling eyes.

I was going to get something to drink, but almost immediately two women bumped into me. One was older and the other younger although they looked nearly identical. They were Hispanic and smoky hot. “Sorry,” the older one said.

“No problem,” I told her.

The older one stared at me and her wide eyes roamed up and down my nearly naked body and then did it again. “Mom! Stop eye-fucking him!” the younger one giggled.

The older one blushed and made introductions. “Hi. I’m Carmen and this is my crude daughter Natalia.”

“I’m Ryan,” I responded. “You don’t look old enough to be her mother.”

“Everyone says that,” the daughter told me. “Mom loves it.”

Carmen shrugged and smiled. “You make a very good Tarzan, Ryan.”

“Thanks. Your costumes are awesome,” I praised.

“We’re Aztec princesses.” They posed so I could get a good look.

They were close to six feet tall with deep tan skin. Fit curvy bodies. Plush cupid bow lips. They overflowed with Latin seductiveness. The only real differences between the two were that Carmen had shorter hair and Natalia had bigger boobs.

Their Aztec princess costumes included gold headdresses with purple feathers sticking out the top, wide gold necklaces, red crop tops with green fringe, and red miniskirts with the same green fringe. Their tops displayed deep cleavage and left their fit tummies bare.

“Very hot,” I sincerely told them.

A predatory smile formed on Carmen’s lush lips and she asked, “Would you like to dance, Ryan?”

“I’d love to,” I accepted and put an arm around her waist to lead us out onto the crowded dance floor. She reminded of Mom, only much taller.

A slow song played and Carmen molded her body to mine. We silently swayed to the music. Our hands caressed each others back. The heat of the woman was intoxicating.

Dancing with Mom lit my fire and this woman was keeping me burning.

The first slow song segued into another. I turned Carmen so her back was to me. We continued to sway together, but now her ample, curved ass rubbed my crotch. My hands held her bare, flat tummy. Her arms reached up behind her to hold my head and pull my face to her neck.

I sucked on her neck. She moaned beautifully.

She let go of my head and spun around to face me. Her plush lips blitzed mine in a yearning kiss. Her hands grabbed my ass so I grabbed hers too.

The music shifted to a fast rock tune, but we weren’t in the mood for that. We hustled off the dance floor and I backed her against a wall.

“Is your husband here somewhere?” I asked. She had rings on her finger.

She shook her head. “He doesn’t like big crowds. Natalia and I came with my boss. She was dating him until they broke up recently.”

“He’s a lucky guy to work with a woman like you,” I told her. “You’re hot.”

“You are too,” she replied in a deep, eager voice.

I leaned in for another kiss. Her voluptuous lips molded to mine without hesitation.

“Mmmm,” the sensual woman purred. Her hands feverishly roamed all over my back. “I love strong young men,” she practically growled.

My hands slid around to her front and cupped her breasts. “Is your boss a strong young man?” I asked.

From the look on her face, I knew I’d guessed right. She paused for a moment, then admitted, “Yes, he is.”

I grinned. “I thought it was interesting that your boss brought you to a party like this.”

“He likes to show me off,” she replied.

“I can understand why, but I don’t think I’d ever leave your side.”

We kissed again, then I nibbled her neck. Her hands got under my loincloth, one in front and one in back. The one in front stroked my cock through my thin briefs. “You have a big, fat dick, Ryan,” she moaned.

My big fat dick was hardening quickly.

“Ahem!” a feminine voice said behind me.

I turned my head and there was Carmen’s daughter, Natalia. “Um … hi, Natalia,” I stupidly said.

“Hi, Ryan. You and Mom getting along well?” she teased.

“Um, yeah. Great.”

“Good. Good. You know she’s a married woman, right?”

“Sorry,” I replied. “We got carried away.”

“I can understand. That’s how this party is.”

Carmen interjected, “I’m not going to fuck him, Natalia. We’re just enjoying ourselves, so run along.”

“I will, but I’m taking hot Tarzan boy with me,” Natalia replied. Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me back toward the dance floor.

I followed her with my hard cock absurdly tenting my loincloth. Looking back, I saw Carmen fuming mad and shaking her head.

In the middle of the jam-packed ballroom, Natalia pressed the full length of her long body against me. My cock poked her. “Mom really got to you,” she stated. There was a sly grin on her face.

“Your Mom is a smoking hot babe.” My hands stroked her sides.

“She’s 48,” Natalia toyed with me.

“Still smoking hot,” I insisted. “Of course, you are too. You look just like her.”

“I’m the bigger boobed version,” she said and pushed her tits harder on my chest. “But men prefer her anyway.”

I wondered if that was a reference to Carmen’s boss, who was also Natalia’s ex-boyfriend. I didn’t want to get into that, so I kissed her. It was thrilling to kiss the daughter so soon after kissing the mother.

Music played and we vaguely swayed to it, but really we were just making out. She got a hand under the front of my loincloth, like Carmen had. “That’s a big one.” Her stroking made it throb.

“Careful,” I urged. “I don’t want to make a mess in my costume.”

Suddenly she stopped. “Thanks for the dance, Ryan. I’ll be going now.”

My jaw dropped and I looked forlornly down at the obscene tent my cock made in my loincloth.

Natalia giggled, “That’s for feeling up my Mom.” She walked away. Leaving me with blue balls.

Damn it, I deserved that, I thought. My big hands pushed down my loincloth as best I could and I hurried through a glass door and out into the cold night air. I breathed deep. It was exactly what I needed. After about ten minutes my cock softened and I was ready to rejoin the party.

==

Five more girls and nineteen more songs later, I was bushed. All of the girls were sexy and three of them made overt passes, including one who was married.

I could feel sexual tension in the air. The later it got, the more suggestive the dancing became. People were making out all over the place. I didn’t go upstairs to look, but I had a pretty good idea of what must be happening in the bedrooms.

I wondered where Mom was and who she was with. A pang of jealousy shot through me. I didn’t want some random asshole kissing and pawing her.

I walked through all of the rooms downstairs but didn’t spot Mom. There were too many people and they were constantly in motion so locating anyone in particular was difficult. I considered searching the bedrooms upstairs, but I was sure Mom wouldn’t do that.

I got something to drink and ducked into the large library down the all. A lot of people were in there talking, drinking and doing everything short of fucking. A guy got up from a big plush chair so I instantly claimed it.

A clock on the wall said it was 1:30 AM. No wonder I was tired.

I closed my eyes and I thought about all the women I’d met that night. My mind wandered to my final dance with Mom. The memory of her ass grinding on my crotch was thrilling. My big cock swelled and was headed toward a full boner in seconds.

Suddenly I heard Mom happily exclaim, “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

I opened my eyes just as Mom plopped herself on my lap. “Easy, Mom!” I yelped and tried to prevent my stiff cock from poking her.

She relaxed against me and exclaimed, “I’m exhausted! Too much dancing.”

“And too much drinking?” She seemed tipsy.

“Maybe,” she admitted. She wiggled her butt and could obviously feel my cock under her. “Somebody got my boy all worked up,” Mom giggled.

“That’s happened a few times tonight,” I admitted. “The worst was with a Hispanic woman and her daughter.”

“A mother and daughter! You’re naughty,” she playfully admonished. “So how many married women did you dance with tonight?”

“Nine. Ten if I count you.” I felt oddly proud.

She laughed. “I knew you’d be popular in your Tarzan costume. You didn’t go too far with any of them, did you?”

“No. Just kissing and stuff. The mother and daughter were pretty aggressive about reaching under my loincloth, if you know what I mean.”

“At the same time?!” Mom asked.

“No. The daughter caught the mom doing it, then the daughter dragged me out to dance and she did it too. Then she left me in the middle of the ballroom with a raging hard-on.”

Mom snorted, then laughed. She wiggled her round ass on my cock again.

“Mom! It’s not going to go down if you keep doing that,” I told her.

She laughed again, but said, “Sorry, honey. What caused this specific hard-on?”

I could’ve easily lied, but I told her, “I was thinking about our last dance.”

“That was hot,” she said dreamily. “I was grinding on you, just like this.” Her ass did a slow motion reenactment of our heated dance.

Her head leaned back. Instead of kissing her neck I sucked on it.

“Mmmm,” Mom purred. My big hands cupped her breasts and her back arched. She writhed like a snake for a couple of minutes.

“God, Mom,” I groaned in her ear. “You’re gonna make me pop.”

That spurred her to action. She hopped up and knelt in front of the chair. In a flash she released the ties of my loincloth and exposed my raging hard cock. “I knew you’d have a thick one,” she admired. Her hands grabbed it.

I looked around the room. A few people were passed out and the rest were too absorbed in their own antics to pay attention to us.

Mom’s lush lips stretched over the knob of my cock. I nearly lost it right there. She looked up into my eyes bobbed her mouth on a few inches of me. Her hands stroked the rest.

I was hyper-excited, so after about a minute my hips thrust and I spewed the whole night’s worth of sexual tension into Mom’s mouth. “Unnh!” I grunted.

Mom mewed like a kitten and swallowed it. Not a drop escaped.

She held me in her mouth while I calmed down. Then her tongue made sure I was clean and her hands gently rubbed me dry before tucking me back into the loincloth.

Mom sat sideways on my lap and cuddled against me. My arms cinched around her waist. She had a devilish look in her eyes and her smile was bright. “I couldn’t let you mess up your costume,” she explained, as if that was sufficient reason to blow her own son in public.

“Thanks. I can always count on you.”

Mom laughed.

Dad appeared out of nowhere. I was very glad he didn’t show up a couple of minutes earlier! He was with a young blonde in a Princess Leia gold bikini costume. She had a gold collar with a chain attached, and Dad had the other end of the chain in his hand.

“Hello!” Dad cheerfully greeted us. Clearly he was drunk. “Having fun?”

Mom nodded. “We’re recovering from dancing so much,” she answered to explain why she was curled up on my lap. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Alice Perkins. She’s in one of my classes this semester,” he replied. He added, “Alice, this is my wife Melody and my son Ryan.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the girl greeted us with a big smile. “Professor Reed is so much fun! I think he’s, like, the best.”

“He’s a very good man,” Mom concurred.

“Are you ready to dance with me again, Melody?” Dad asked Mom.

Alice gave Dad a dirty look, then gave Mom a pleading look.

Mom raised an eyebrow. “Honey, if you don’t dance with Alice she’s going to be insulted. Don’t be rude.”

“Oh!” Dad exclaimed and looked at the girl as if he’d momentarily forgotten she was there. I wondered how drunk he was. “Sorry, Alice. Will you dance with me?”

The girl beamed. “Yes please, Professor Reed.”

The pair quickly headed for the ballroom, with Dad leading her on her chain.

“I think Alice has a crush on Dad,” I told Mom.

“It appears so,” Mom calmly answered. Her fingers ran through my hair.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“No. I’m glad she’s keeping him occupied.” She kissed my neck.

Mmm. I loved that.

Mom spun around so she was facing me and straddling my legs. Her slim arms coiled around my neck and she laid a hot kiss on my lips. My big hands grabbed her cushiony ass through her miniskirt.

“Unh,” she moaned and began to grind on my legs. “I’ve daydreamed about you every day since we started applying the lotion to each other.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “I can’t get any writing done. All I think about is you.”

“I think about you all the time too,” I confessed. “I want you.”

“I know, baby,” Mom replied. “But we’re not going to do that in public and during the party it’s impossible to find any privacy.”

“Actually, I have a place,” I told her. I took Mom by the hand and guided her to the back part of the mansion where few people were, and to the office I’d found earlier.

“Honey, the sign says ‘keep out’,” Mom said.

“I made that earlier,” I informed her. I opened the door and said, “Welcome to our private hideaway.”

Mom saw the pull-out bed and grinned. “You clever boy,” she praised and pounced on me for a hungry kiss.

I closed and locked the door, then untied my loincloth and let my costume fall to the floor.

“Such a freaking stud,” she muttered while her eyes devoured all of me. She turned her back. “You can do the honors.”

I untied her bikini top and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The little bits of white fabric floated to the floor. I unzipped her miniskirt and pushed it down past her round butt and it slid down her legs to puddle at her feet. She kicked it away. Her final garment was a pair of white panties. I wiggled them down and off.

Mom turned back around to face me and I drank in her beauty. She put her hands behind her head and posed. “Well? What do you think of your old Mom?”

“Sexy as hell,” I sincerely replied. She really was a pint-size sex kitten. Her petite body was slim except for her generous tits and ass. Her pussy was just the way I like it: bald. My hands cupped her breasts and my thumbs rubbed across her nipples.

She squirmed under my touch and started to remove her necklace.

“Don’t,” I urged. “I like the jewelry. Leave it on.”

She smiled and slowly lowered herself to her knees. My big cock was rock hard again and right at her eye level. She grasped it in both hands and gave it three licks.

“I don’t think it needs any more encouragement,” I pointed out.

Mom grinned and rubbed her cheek on my thick meat. “I’m getting to know it better.”

“It likes you already.”

She nodded. “We’re going to be best friends,” she said and chuckled.

I stood her up and attacked her lips with mine. Our tongues dueled. My finger pushed into her forbidden pussy and found that she was wet and ready. The whole evening of dancing had been foreplay.

I scooped her off her feet. “You’re so strong,” she gasped. I grinned and deposited her in the middle of the fold-out bed.

I crawled on top, inspired to get on with it. Mom eagerly grabbed my cock and put it in position for entry.

We both stared at my knob nudging her nether lips. I looked into Mom’s eyes. She nodded and smiled.

I pushed slowly forward. She was tight but I was sure an older woman like her could take me.

“Uggghhh … ugghh … ooooooo,” Mom softly groaned. She winced.

I paused. “You okay?” I asked with concern.

She exhaled heavily. “You’re thick. It’s a lot to take. Keep going slow.”

I wedged in steadily. Her arms and legs wrapped me up tight.

My heavy balls bumped against her. “That’s all of it,” I whispered in her ear. I buried my head in her neck and my hands grasped her ass cheeks.

She trembled. “Let me … let me get used to it.”

We were still for a minute, until I felt her squirm. I took that as a signal to pull my hips back slowly, then ease in again to the hilt.

“Uhhhhh …” Mom moaned. There was no pain in her sound. I built into a rhythm, gradually gaining pace. Each plunge drew a sound from her throat. Music to my ears.

As I became more forceful, her cries gained excitement. Fingernails lightly clawed my back.

I lifted on my elbows and locked with her in a intense kiss. Instantly her hands went behind my head and pulled us together. The kiss held for a couple minutes while my hips continued to plumb her depths.

Mom broke our kiss and gasped, “Almost there! Faster!”

I redoubled my effort with shorter, quicker strokes. I puffed like a locomotive.

“Eeeeee,” Mom keened. Her legs unwrapped from around me, her feet planted on the mattress, and she thrust up to meet me. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled.

Her face contorted and her entire body spasmed. Her back arched and lifted me into the air. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.

Watching Mom come on my cock pushed me over the edge. “Fuckkkkkk!” I bellowed and shot off for the second time that night. My body strained to push everything I had into her. My brain fuzzed over in orgasmic bliss.

The after-tremors made us shake and tremble. Slowly we gained control of our breath. A sheen of sweat covered our strong bodies.

Mom’s arms and legs lightly wrapped me up again, keeping me in place. She rained kisses all over my face. “I needed that,” she whispered.

“We both did,” I agreed.

“My little boy fucked me senseless,” she whispered and smirked.

“Not so little.”

“No. You’re a big boy.”

After a few more minutes my cock softened and I rolled off her. She cuddled against my side.

Her fingertips lightly traced all over my sweaty chest. “You’re beautiful,” she cooed.

“We make an attractive couple.” I ran two fingers along the gold snake coiled around her right bicep.

“I wish we could be. A couple I mean,” she said wistfully. “I’d love to go out with you. Be your girl.”

“We can. There’s no reason why a son and mom can’t go out to eat or to movies or concerts together.”

“You wouldn’t be embarrassed?”

“Of course not,” I assured her. “You’re awesome and I’ve always liked hanging out with you.”

She liked that answer and showed it by kissing my chest five times. “Can we have a regular date night? Maybe every Thursday?”

“I’d love to,” I agreed. “Will Dad mind?”

She shook her pretty head. “You know your father. He’s a homebody. He’ll be happy if I stop pestering him to take me out.” She grasped my slick cock in one hand and gently stroked it.

We silently laid there for a few minutes while I regained full rigidity. I toyed with her wide gold necklace.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“About taking you out,” I answered. “We won’t have anywhere to go after. I can’t bring you to my dorm and I can’t make love to you at home when Dad’s there.”

“We’ll figure something out. Maybe we could do it in your car like a couple of horny teenagers.”

“I am a horny teenager,” I reminded her.

“I’m not. I haven’t had sex in a car in ages.” My cock was at full stand, so she swung herself on top and guided me to her again.

“Oooooo,” she groaned. “So thick, baby. You stretch me.”

She worked her way down and ground against me at the bottom. Then she very slowly slid up and down my greased pole.

“I could rent you an apartment, near the college,” she suggested. In the heat of fucking Mom was still thinking about our after-date dilemma. “You’ll need a place to live after you move out of the dorm anyway.”

“That would be perfect, but isn’t it expensive?”

“I have plenty of money from my books,” she replied and returned her focus to fucking. “Do you want me to move faster?”

“Whatever you want, Mom. I like it slow like this.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” she told me.

I reached up to put a hand behind her head and pulled her down to whisper in her ear, “Fucking my gorgeous mom slow and easy. I must be dreaming.”

She shivered with lust. “You’re not dreaming, baby,” she whispered back. “Your big dick is churning up Mommy’s insides.”

My hands went to her hips and urged her to pick up the pace.

“Getting impatient?” she teased.

“Our talk is firing me up,” I confessed. “Want to cum in my hot little mom again.”

She rode faster. “Say that again.”

“I want to cum in you!”

She sped up more and my hands on her hips helped. “Do you want to knock me up? Give your mom a baby?” she urgently asked.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned and my cock throbbed.

Mom snickered. “Your big dick wants to.”

Suddenly I rolled us over so I was on top, and I pinned her arms above her head. My cock remained buried.

Mom’s face flushed and her eyes dilated to tiny dots. “Fuck me, honey!” she ordered. “Take another shot at putting a baby in me!”

A fury of lust overwhelmed me. Without thinking, my hips drew back then slammed into Mom as hard as I could. Draw back. Slam. Draw back. Slam. I worked into a heavy rhythm.

Mom writhed and struggled beneath me. She wasn’t trying to get away. She was trying to give as good as she got.

I’d cum twice that night so I wasn’t going to pop again soon. Mom didn’t have the same constraint. She quickly climbed to the peak and exploded into a quivering, gibbering mess.

I pounded her right through it.

For fifteen minutes Mom orgasmed one right after another. They rolled over her in waves. Her eyes were totally blank and she clung to me desperately.

Finally I tensed and forced out the little cum I had left in the reservoir. That wonderful orgasmic electricity fizzed in my brain and my lust eased.

I slipped out of her and wrapped her up in a tight hug. It took a few more minutes for Mom to stop trembling.

“How did you do that to me?” she eventually asked softly.

“I don’t know. You made me crazy.”

She cracked up. “You have a serious thing about knocking me up.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely. The thought of it drives you nuts!”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “It’s embarrassing.”

Her hands stroked my back. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she told me. “Everyone has their triggers. It’s natural.”

“It was all just teasing, right?” I asked.

“Yes. Stop worrying. I don’t want any more kids. But it’s exciting to pretend, isn’t it?”

“Damned exciting.”

“Of course, contraceptives aren’t 100 percent effective and you cum a lot. If just one of your swimmers got through and sealed the deal, I could already be pregnant.”

I groaned, “Please don’t start again.”

“Sorry, honey,” she apologized and kissed me. “We’ll save that for special occasions, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

We couldn’t keep our eyes open any longer. We drifted into the contented sleep of exhausted lovers.

==

Pale early morning light filtered through the windows. I laid there for a while, enjoying the feel of my naked mom against my body. Eventually I nudged her, but got no response. It looked like Mom would be out for a while.

I put on my loincloth and had a look around the house. People were crashed everywhere. On the floor, on sofas, on chairs. Four or more people filled every bed.

I found Dad and Alice on a hammock on the screened porch. Naked, of course. It was a private enough spot in the dark of night, but not so private in daylight.

I poked Dad’s shoulder. No response. Poked again, harder. “Huh?” Dad muttered groggily. His eyes fluttered but didn’t stay open.

“Time to get up, Dad,” I quietly urged. I didn’t want to wake up the whole house.

Alice did wake. “Morning Ryan,” she sleepily greeted me, and stretched her arms over her head. I admired her boobs and cute little pink nipples.

“Good morning, Alice,” I replied. “How about you and Dad get cleaned up and dressed? The bathrooms aren’t in use at the moment, but probably will be soon.”

She smiled and nodded. “Time to get up, sleepyhead,” she softly told my father. He didn’t move so she took his left earlobe between her teeth and gently bit.

“Ow,” Dad said.

I left them to it and went back to Mom.

She was still dead to the world. I watched her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. Beautiful. Then I leaned in and kissed her, and kept it up until she responded.

“Mmm,” Mom purred into my mouth.

“Morning, Mom,” I whispered.

“Morning, baby,” she whispered back without opening her eyes.

“Time to get up.”

“Nnn,” she whined. “Not yet. Too tired.”

I got out of bed and scooped Mom up in my arms. “Do you want me to carry you naked through the house to the shower?”

Her brown eyes opened wide. “You wouldn’t!”

“Yes, I would.” I turned and took a couple of steps toward the door.

“Put me down!” Mom yelped. I set her on her feet. “It’s too early in the morning for this, young man.”

“We should get washed and dressed before everyone else wakes up,” I told her.

Her brain got in gear and she replied, “You’re right. Sorry.”

“No problem.”

While she put on her costume, she asked, “How are you feeling today?”

“Fine. I only had two beers so I don’t have a hangover at all.”

“I meant do you regret having sex with your mom?”

“No, none,” I honestly answered. “I’m ecstatic that we did it and I look forward to doing it again soon.”

Mom grinned. “Me too. I’ll probably eventually feel guilty about cheating and corrupting my son but so far I’m good.”

I figured that Alice and Dad would head for a downstairs bathroom, so I guided Mom silently through the house to the master bedroom on the second floor. The door was open and twelve people were asleep in the room; 6 on the king-size bed and 6 scattered around the carpeted floor. We sneaked past them and into the palatial master bathroom. We closed and locked the door.

“Wow wow wow,” Mom said as she looked around.

The bathroom was huge with marble on the floor and walls. The fixtures were gold-plated. The windows were stained glass works of art. The shower was big enough for about 6 people. There were three overhead showerheads and several nozzles that sprayed out from the wall.