It took a full week of carefully planned arguments and pleading to finally convince his parents to let him host a Halloween party at their house. John Carlson wants to join the Delta Tau fraternity in college so he can finally move out of his parents’ house.
As a freshman, the odds were slim, but he knew it was his only chance to move out because while his parents were paying for his college tuition, they decided not to pay for a dorm. They lived only 20 minutes from campus, so there was no need for his parents to pay extra for room and food. John got a part-time job during his first semester, but it became clear it wouldn’t be enough to pay for housing on or off campus.
John learned that new members joining Delta Tau usually have to live in a fraternity house for their first year, Through some determined detective work, John discovered that there are currently 4 rooms vacant, and Delta Tau only accepts 3 new roomies. This means that John has found a loophole and has finally escaped his parents’ shackles, but he has to do whatever it takes to get on the shortlist.
John’s first task was to convince his parents that joining a fraternity and moving into a fraternity house was a good idea. John initially argued that his parents would be able to enjoy an empty house without hearing his comings and goings all night. Unfortunately for John, his father Mark was a heavy sleeper and his mother Vicki wanted him to stay close to home. He then pointed to the argument that this would be an important step in his development as a person and would help prepare him for the real world after college. He couldn’t really win them over on this point of view, but he said he thought it was a pretty valid point. John continued to press the issue and eventually won them over by promising to come home every Sunday night and have dinner with his family.
Once he got his parents’ approval, he really needed to develop a plan to differentiate himself from the other pledges and secure his place in the fraternity. He would willingly participate in every activity, no matter how humiliating it was, and make sure he got along with his most influential brothers. Paying closer he realized that the four brothers would be the ones to make the final decision. He would do everything possible to make himself look good in their eyes.
His big break came when, under pressure from the local community, the school decided to ban any parties on Halloween. Halloween that year was on a Friday, and Delta Tau was notorious for throwing the best parties. The ban was a serious blow to the fraternity, and John figured that if they could find a way to continue partying, he would lock himself in as a primary candidate.
The Carlson family lived in a large house in a relatively rural area. John knew that his parents had plenty of room for a party between their basement and backyard. He also knew that his parents had a Halloween party every year. He worked tirelessly to get his parents to allow him to hold the party. He assured them that he would keep everyone confined to the basement and backyard and that they would not do anything to disturb the neighbors. He knew how far apart the neighboring houses were, so the neighbors would not be much of a problem.
His parents were skeptical about allowing the party, but eventually they agreed to let John go ahead after John suggested that his parents could stay a night at a hotel in town. They even offered to hire a cleaning company to come the next day to make sure everything was back to normal before his parents got home. Of course, John offered to pay for his parents’ hotel room as a sign of good faith. They didn’t have the money, but he had no trouble convincing the Delta Tau treasurer to bear the extra cost to make the party possible.
John spent the afternoon getting ready to party after his last class on Friday. He had obtained the ingredients for Delta’s signature punch, including large quantities of Everclear grain alcohol and various juices, which he mixed up in a fraternity trash can.
The next step is his costume, which is fairly simple. John planned to dress up as a basketball player from the 1970s, which meant his costume included a jersey, tight satin basketball shorts, an elastic headband, and a pair of sneakers. His party was scheduled to start at midnight, but his parents planned to leave early because his party started at 9 p.m.
John’s plan was to have everything ready in time for his brothers to arrive for pre-party drinks at 10 p.m.
John sat in the living room while his parents came down to the party. Both his parents were dressed in old-fashioned outfits they had picked out at the last minute. Mark Carlson was dressed like a cowboy, with a set of plastic spurs on his heels. Vicki Carlson was wearing a French maid outfit, or, to John’s surprise, a slutty French maid outfit.
John’s mother looks extremely beautiful. Even at 42, she looks at least 10 years younger. Her outfit is quite simple, but also very attractive. It is a short black skirt made of the same cheap nylon material used in Halloween costumes. The thin black dress hugged every curve of her body. The neckline is trimmed with white lace, which transitions into a small white satin bow at the center of the bust. The top has a built-in underwire for support, so she doesn’t need to wear a bra. A delicate white lace apron, tied around the waist with a white ribbon, rests on the front of the skirt. The skirt hung loosely at her hips and was trimmed with white lace. The short skirt almost covered her legs, and she wore a pair of white stockings underneath, hung with a white lace garter belt. The garter buckles protruded from the bottom of the skirt. The dress also included a black ribbon choker and impossibly high black heels that immediately reminded John of stripper shoes. Vicki’s dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulders, not covering her cleavage but drawing attention to her soft mounds that stuck out through the thin fabric.
“So, how do we look?”
John looked at his mother as he asked her the question. He was used to his parents being quite conservative in their clothing and was surprised that his mother’s clothing was so revealing.
“I, uh, you guys look really nice.”
“Young man, don’t pretend with me. I can tell you don’t like it. What’s wrong?”
“It’s not like that, Mom, it’s just…well, don’t you think this dress is a bit showy?”
“What, you think I’m too old?” she teased as she turned to show off her outfit.
“No, Mom. You look great. I guess I’m just not used to seeing you dressed like this. Don’t worry, Mom, you guys look great.”
“Thanks, and don’t worry these parties never get that wild. Besides, I have your dad to protect me if anyone new comes over.”
Vicky put her arms around her husband’s neck and winked at her son, telling him that she was just playing with him.
“Honey, come on, we don’t want to be late.” John watched as his father led his mother through the house and to the garage.
“Goodnight, darling, and remember our agreement. We’d better clean this place up before we go home tomorrow. And no police!”
“Goodbye, mom, don’t worry, everything is under my control.”
John spent time watching ESPN before the party. A few fraternity brothers slowly came in, each with a six-pack. Eric was the last to arrive and was expected to bring home the keg. He returned empty-handed, complaining that the beer dealer refused to take his ID. John saw this as a perfect opportunity to prove his worth and, knowing he had a foolproof ID, volunteered to carry the keg. He told the fraternity brothers to stay in the basement to watch TV and drink beer while he went to get the keg.
It was 11 p.m. when Vicky tiptoed in through the back door. She knew John would be devastated if he found her at home, but she also knew his party wouldn’t start for another hour. Her husband had forgotten his phone charger and she offered to go home and get it. Vicky cautiously sneaked in through the back door and when she found the house empty, she went upstairs and stuffed the charger in her purse. On her way out, she heard the sound of the TV from the basement and decided to say goodnight to her son one last time.
As she turned down the stairs to the basement, she saw a group of college students watching television and noticed that her son was not among them.
They saw him standing there, and all four turned to him before he walked out.
“Oh, hi. Sorry to interrupt. I’m looking for John.”
“Oh, he’s been out for a while and should be back soon.”
“I don’t know. We agreed I’d come later. I didn’t want to bother her.”
Eric, who had failed the beer mission, was the first to speak. He quickly put two and two together and realized that John must have hired a stripper for them as a surprise.
“Don’t worry, we don’t mind if you’re early. Why don’t you come and sit with us and wait for him. I’ll get you a drink.”
Eric didn’t waste any time waiting for a reaction and poured Vicky a full glass of the special punch.
Realizing that she had embarrassed him, she decided to stay and wait for him to return so she could at least explain why she was there. She was also bored at the other party, so she was in no hurry to go back.
“Well, I guess I can have a drink with you.” Vicky walked over to the couch as Eric handed her the drink.
This signature punch is specially formulated to be a deadly combination of being incredibly easy to drink and having a very high alcohol content. Vicky immediately fell into the trap and drank the first half of the glass eagerly, without thinking about how strong it was. She had already had a few drinks at the other party’s party, and this new drink quickly turned her from tipsy to drunk.
The fraternity brothers were drinking beer when John went to get the keg of beer, so they were already excited and looking forward to the fun. They sensed John’s desire to wait for them, so they did not make it too public before his arrival.
Eric took the lead in the conversation, complimenting Mrs. Carlson on her dress.
After finishing the 16-ounce punch, Vicky felt a little warm and her alertness waned. She caught the attention of the young man in front of her, but she didn’t think much of it.
“Really? Are you sure this isn’t too revealing?” she asked playfully.
“Why don’t you let us have a good look?”
Eric took her empty cup and encouraged her to stand. Without asking, replacements were placed on the table next to Eric and the empty tables were cleared away.
Vicki was now standing in front of four college fraternity brothers. She was a little unsteady when she stood, but managed to avoid falling again.
“Turn around so we can see the rest of this,” Eric encouraged her.
For some reason Vicki felt relaxed, a little sad, and she decided to give them what they wanted. As her son had noticed before, her outfit was more attractive than what she usually wore, and although he initially had no thoughts about it, he found that she was enjoying the attention she was getting.
Vicky turned slowly, trying not to slip. She turned her back to them, paused, then began to finish her turn.
“Great?” he asked, smiling. “What do you think?”
The room was filled with comments and comments about how sexy she looked. She and her husband have a healthy sex life, and the couple have been together for over twenty years, but she couldn’t remember the last time he told her she looked sexy, or when he saw her like these people. Vicky blushed when she was handed another drink and gladly took another. Cold fists helped pin her to the ground as she stood in front of the teen.
“I don’t know. I feel naked without a bra,” she said, looking indifferently at her chest as she slowly pulled her skirt away from her body.
“You look great, I don’t think you need to worry about your bra.” Eric wanted to keep things going until John returned.
“I’m jealous; you guys look like you’re going to have a great party tonight. I was at another party and it was really boring. I was the only one dancing!”
“You’re welcome to stay the night!”
“No, I don’t think John would want me to stay any longer than necessary.”
“So, do you like dancing?”
As Eric stood up, one of the brothers walked over to the stereo, turned it on, and a generic dance-pop song filled the room.
“Then let’s dance. Come on, can you finish your drink first?” When she put the cup to her mouth and held it until she finished drinking, Eric helped her put the cup back. Eric took the empty cup and gave it to her to refill.
Eric begins dancing with Vicki, but is careful at first not to be too possessive. While dancing, Eric mentions that he doesn’t know her name.
“This is Vicky.”
Eric put his hands on her hips and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“Vicky…that’s a really sexy name.”
Vicky was surprised by the young man’s bold move, but couldn’t help but blush. She felt a little insecure, but also safe because she knew she was in her own home and these people were her son’s friends, so she didn’t object immediately.
Vicki soon realized another fraternity brother was slowly closing in behind him and found herself trapped between the two young men.
John went home when his mother was used to having two men hold her. Upstairs in the kitchen, John met one of the brothers as he brought a tap from a wine barrel.
“Hey John!”
“I found the keg, will you help me put it on?”
“That’s alright. Did you know you’re a French maid?”
“What?” John’s mind raced with the thought that his parents were spying on him, or worse, that they could shut down his party at the last minute. “She shouldn’t be here. I told her not to come until…”
John was stopped mid-sentence.
“Don’t worry too much John. She said her partner was bored, so she came early. We thought it was really cool that you could surprise us with a stripper like that, John, we might have to put your name at the top of the nomination list.”
That last comment confused John, but what really impressed him was that he could be pushed to the top of the list.
“Come on, let’s get that barrel from your car.”
After setting up the keg in the backyard, John finally made it to the cellar. To his surprise, he saw his mother dressed as a slutty French maid, dancing with the other brothers.
While dancing with the young men, Vicky occasionally felt a hand or two touching her body, but she enjoyed it all, and since she was leaving soon, she could enjoy the excitement they gave her.
As soon as John came in, his mother caught sight of him and called out to him. “John, I was waiting for you!”
“What are you doing here?”
“Don’t worry, John. We wouldn’t have gotten the party started without you,” Eric interjected, not realizing how disappointed John was.
“Can I see you upstairs?” John said, walking toward his mother.
On top of that, he was less restrained.
“What’s going on, Mom?” John’s voice was almost crying.
John could tell that his mother was drunk because she used the wrong words in her answers.
“I just stopped by to get your dad’s phone charger. I figured your party isn’t until midnight, so I figured it would be okay. What’s the big deal? Your friends are really nice to me.”
“Mom, they’re being nice to you because they think you’re a stripper! That’s a big deal.”
“What??? What do they think of me???”
“Mom, you can’t ruin my life. Their party is going to start any minute, okay? Once everyone else arrives, you can sneak out the back and no one will know. But…”
“But?”
“But, until then I want you to keep up the act, no matter what you’re doing down there. You don’t have to do anything, just don’t tell them you’re not a real stripper, okay?”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Listen, Mom, you did this to me, okay? I told you not to get carried away, now these people think you’re my hired stripper. Have fun for a few more minutes and then quietly slip out. Just please don’t embarrass me.”
“You’re right. It’s my fault.” Vicki’s drunken reasoning began to sink in as she remembered the red flags she hadn’t noticed. “Okay, I’ll do it for you.”
“Okay, let’s get back. Remember, this will be over soon and then we can get back to normal.”
John took his mother back to the basement and Eric took himself to a chair in the back of the room, where Eric assured her that they were saving the first dance for her.
Vicky was also taken to the back of the room and told to give John her first dance. The music was turned up, from pop to the uptempo dance music popular in strip clubs.
John watched in disbelief as his mother did her best impression of the stripper. She drank another glass of wine, most of it alcohol, before turning her attention to her son. She was already drunk at this point and not used to wearing such high heels, so her movements were a little awkward, but she still tried her best.
The brothers gather behind her to watch the show. Each of them is eager to meet Vicki the stripper.
Vicki stumbled and fell forward trying to keep up with the fast paced music. She reached forward and grabbed both armrests of the chair, barely controlling herself. Instead of standing up, she pretended it was a deliberate move and kept dancing. Vicki’s head was bent forward, her hair touching her son’s face, covering him in her perfume. John tried to look at his mother, but he couldn’t resist what he saw in front of him. His mother looked sexy even though she was older, he had never seen a mother like this. When she fell, he also noticed that the top of her dress had slipped, exposing most of her left vulva. John could also clearly see both of his mother’s nipples pressed against the thin satin of her breasts.
Vicky tried to keep quiet, hoping that the others would arrive soon. She was so busy waiting for her chance to escape that she didn’t realize that in her new position, when she bent over, the other men would have an unobstructed view of her ass because her skirt was pulled up to her waist. The trailing straps of her garter belt completely covered her strong, porcelain backside, and the thin straps of her white lace thong couldn’t hide their hungry gazes.
Vicky could hear the lewd comments behind her, but still didn’t realize how exposed she was. Normally this kind of rude language would bother her, but she was actually turned on to realize that the comments were directed at her. Vicky has always been reserved and polite, but secretly she fantasizes about becoming a wild party girl, and this is her chance.
John was staring at his mother’s breasts when she lifted her head and grabbed him. He was stunned, embarrassed because he was caught staring at his mother while she was staring at him. As Vicki looked into her son’s eyes, she felt something behind her and realized someone was touching her. Before she could react, she saw someone pull her panties down. As her panties fell to the floor, she felt the cool air of the basement on her hot, wet pussy. She had no choice but to get out of it to avoid tripping.
