I put on the Halloween costume my mom bought for me and shook my head. “Mom, you’re so careless.” I complained out loud.
“Come here and let me see,” she insisted.
I stood in front of him, hands on my hips. “I’m not wearing this,” I said.
“Why not?! You look great!”
That’s Tarzan’s costume. Loincloth and leather sandals. A loincloth is basically a bikini brief with leather ties on the sides and a loose, rough leather triangle in the front and back. The panties weren’t visible because of the hanging leather panels, so people might think I was naked underneath.
That’s it. Most of my skin and some stuff to hide my junk.
“I can’t wear that in public,” I said. “It’s ridiculous.”
Mom jumped up from the couch and put her hands on my broad chest. “That’s not funny! You look sexy!” she insisted, looking at me with her big brown eyes and batting her long eyelashes. “Excuse me, dear?”
It’s always hard for me to say no when she sees me like this. “Come on, Mom. I might as well get naked. This is crazy.”
“This is an adult party, Ryan. Everyone wants to come with the sexiest costumes. Since this year’s theme is ‘Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses,’ I think Tarzan ‘King of the Jungle’ will beat all the other costumes.
“Then let Daddy wear it,” I complained.
“Your daddy doesn’t have your muscles.” Her warm hands slid from my pecs to my shoulders to my big biceps, which she squeezed gently. She could tell I wasn’t convinced, so she added, “There are always young women at these parties, dressed as sexily as possible. Don’t you want to attract their attention?”
“I don’t know, Mom,” I said hesitantly.
Her beautiful body clung tightly to mine. “Please don’t worry?” she begged.
I gave in, as I almost always do when she wants something. “Okay, I’ll wear this.” I reluctantly agreed. I’m 6’2″ and 190 pounds of muscle, so showing off my body isn’t something I’m embarrassed about.
“This is so good. You won’t regret this, sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek.
The Wallace family’s annual Halloween party is a really big deal in Knoxville. My parents are proud to have been invited for eight years in a row.
Dad is a university professor and his female students often look up to him because he is tall, slim and handsome.
Mom is a successful romance novel writer. One of my friends described her as “a sexy little pussy” and everyone else thought it was perfect. At 42, she is 5 foot tall and has a beautiful body, with huge breasts and a round ass. Shoulder length black hair accentuated her attractiveness with a charming face, plush lips and naturally long eyelashes.
This is the first year our family has invited me to attend. I was 19 years old and starting college at the University of Tennessee. I received an athletic scholarship to play baseball. I think that caught the attention of the Wallace family when they were put on the guest list.
Mom picked up a bottle and told me, “You have to use this every day until the party.”
“What is that?”
“It’s a moisturizer with a tanning agent,” she explains.
“Mom, I don’t want orange fake tan.”
She shook her head and sprayed moisturizer on her hands. “It’s not like that, Ryan,” she told me. “It’s a great product that looks absolutely real. It will give you a slight tan every time you use it, but if you use it every day you will get a nice even tan for parties. It will get rid of your ‘farmers tan’.”
My arms and face were actually darker than my pale torso. I sighed and said, “I guess if I’m going to be nearly naked, I should try to look my best.”
“You’ll look great.” She came up behind me and started slowly massaging the moisturizer onto my back. It feels good.
“How do I keep this on my back every day?” I asked. I am a freshman at a local university and live in a dorm.
“Don’t you want your roommate Stan to do that?” Mom teased and laughed. “Of course, I’ll do it for you. Come here every afternoon and I’ll take care of it.”
Her small hands finished wiping the lotion off my back. “You should become a masseur. My back feels so good,” I told her.
“Good. Coming here every day will be an added incentive,” he replied.
Suddenly, my mother undid the leather studs on either side of my belt. I grabbed the front to keep it from falling off, but I felt the back hang down. “Mom!” I yelled.
He playfully argued: “Dear, your ass is so pale. It needs lotion so that no white skin is visible around the lungi.”
“Oh my god, Mom. I can do it myself!”
“You can’t see your butt,” she pointed out. “It only takes a minute.”
Her lotion-coated hands caressed my ass, and I couldn’t help but tense up. “This feels weird,” I complained.
“I feel great! Your ass is so nice, Ryan.” He squeezed my ass hard. Then he gave my ass a light slap and announced, “It’s all done! It’s not bad, is it?”
“No, I don’t think so.” My cock was already swelling from the attention she was giving my ass.
Mom tied my belt, then hugged me and said, “Thank you for having such a nice dress, honey.”
“That’s okay, Mom,” I replied. “But if a bunch of fat old ladies at this party tried to touch me, I’d be pissed.”
“Wallace invites only the prettiest people in Knoxville to his Halloween party, Ryan. No fat old ladies. Like I said, there will be plenty of pretty girls your age. And plenty of pretty married women, too.
“Sounds crazy. This isn’t a rave, is it?”
Mom made a face. “Uh. No. Just people dancing and having a good time. The funny thing is that the couples don’t stay together all night. Everyone mingles on their own. So there’s a good chance a married woman will ask you to dance.”
“Is this okay?” I asked.
“Definitely.”
“Would you ask a man to dance with you?”
Mom smiled and nodded. “One more thing, dear. Can you put lotion on my back? I want an even tan.”
“Of course. No problem.”
She pulled the T-shirt off her head and lay face down on the couch. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra and move the straps out of the way. “Just try it,” she said.
I put lotion on my hands and rubbed them together to keep them warm. Starting at her neck, I slowly and evenly applied the moisturizer.
“Hmmm,” she moaned. “That feels good.”
It didn’t take long to cover her skinny backside. “Want me to fuck your ass?” I teased.
She giggled. “I’ll be wearing a miniskirt, so there’s no need.”
“Who are you going to pretend to be?” I asked as I tied off her bra straps.
“Cleopatra.”
“Is she wearing a miniskirt?”
“That’s what Cleopatra does.” Mom sat up, gave me a look at her breasts in her thin lace bra, and then put her t-shirt back on.
==
The next afternoon I walked into our house and yelled, “I’m here for a back massage!” Mom is a writer and she writes at home, so I knew she would be there.
Mom came out of the office, lotion in one hand and Tarzan’s belt in the other. “The timing was great,” she said. “I just finished writing a chapter and don’t feel like writing any more today. Put on your costume.”
“Why a bikini? Why do I need to wear it?”
“It’s easier for me to apply lotion if I’m just in a bikini, and you should wear a girdle because that will get you used to wearing it,” she told me, “and it gives me easy access to your back and butt.” She smiled wickedly.
I rolled my eyes, but picked up the loincloth and wore it.
When I returned to the living room, my mom said, “It looks great on you!”
“I felt naked.”
“Hmm. That’s why you look so good,” Mom teased. “Lay down on the couch while I put this thing on you.”
She stood beside the couch and spread the lotion thoroughly on my back. “I can see it’s working, dear. Your pale back is getting darker in color.”
“Your hands are magic,” I told her. “My back feels totally relaxed.”
“Good. Time to fuck your ass.” He undid his belt and pulled his back off.
I wasn’t nervous at that point. It was weird to have mom’s little hands on my ass, but it felt so good. Like the first day, she finished with a light spanking.
We changed positions and I unhooked her bikini top. I massaged her back slowly and smoothly.
“Well, you also have a pair of magical hands.” he praised.
It was the same every afternoon for the rest of the week. I admit I was looking forward to it.
The day before Halloween; last day to apply lotion.
I was sitting face down on the couch as usual, but my mom was sitting on my lap. She said this position made it easier for her to lean over me and give me the best possible massage. “Your back is so sexy,” she whispered as she ran her hands up and down it.
“How can a rear view be sexy?” I asked.
“V-shaped muscular back, broad shoulders, slim waist, very sexy,” he told me. “That’s what you have.”
I have no reaction to this. She massaged my back for much longer than she did applying lotion. I’m not complaining.
She unzipped my dhoti and put it away. “Do I need to explain how sexy that butt is?” she asked jokingly.
“No. I understand that.”
He kneaded my ass with great pleasure. “Your ass is perfect, dear. Firm, round. And dimpled! God!”
I flexed my hips and Mom giggled like a girl. “Do it again,” she urged. I did and she laughed. “That feels so good!”
She tied me up and it was her turn for the final massage.
I knelt on her thighs like her and then my hands got to work.
“Yes,” she exclaimed happily. “I love it.”
I spent a lot of extra time massaging her and then joked, “Are you sure you don’t want me to massage your ass too?”
Mom thought about it for a long time, and then, to my surprise, she said, “Just do it. I always wondered what it would feel like.”
I gathered courage and pulled the hem of her bikini up to her mid-thigh. “Mom, your ass is so fair. We should do this every day.”
“Missed the opportunity,” he replied.
I hesitated, then sprayed the lotion directly onto her bun and smoothed it out.
“Oh. That feels so good,” Mom moaned.
“Yes, really,” I agreed. “You have a nice ass, Mom.”
“Is it very big?” he asked.
“Not at all. You have the perfect curve proportions.”
“Sometimes I’d like to slim down a bit and look better because I’m so short,” she said.
“No. My friends definitely don’t think so,” I assured her.
“Why? What did he say?”
I decided to tell her the truth to boost her self-esteem. “Jimmy calls you Little Sex Kitten and everyone agrees. They think you look great.”
He thought for a moment and said, “I guess I should be proud of my old ass that I was recognized by your friends.”
“Mine too,” I told her. “Fold it over for me.” She did so and we both laughed. “You’re right. It feels so good to have my hands all over you.”
I slapped her ass and pulled her bikini bottoms up.
We stood up and looked at each other. Mom’s hard nipples pushed through her bikini top, and my cock, though not erect, was already bloated.
“I really liked our massage,” she admitted. “Can we continue doing this after the party? You know, just occasionally.”
“Of course. I like it too,” I agreed.
==
Halloween is here.
Mom and Dad always volunteered to help the Wallace family decorate their mansion for the big Halloween party. Dad and I loaded the decorations into our van while Mom got ready.
Dad is wearing the Caesar costume, which consists of a robe, gold crown, gold bracelets and leather sandals. He looked majestic. I, on the other hand, wear the Tarzan belt. “How did your mother convince you to wear it?” Dad asked. He looks funny.
“I don’t know,” I complained. “She could talk to me about anything.”
Dad just laughed.
After a while, I loaded almost everything into the truck, and then yelled, “Dad, these big pillars won’t fit in the truck.” These two pillars were part of the portal decoration. One of the rear seats has been removed, but the seats above are still too long to fit.
Dad came over to take a look. “Fold the front passenger seat and they’re ready to go.”
“That leaves only one seat for Mom and me,” I pointed out.
“Yes,” he replied. He looked confused.
“That’s why I need to drive my car,” I said. I wanted to drive myself so I could leave if the party crashed. But that’s clearly not an option.
“We only have one parking pass,” Dad reminded me.
The party got so big they had to issue a parking permit. Isn’t that crazy?
“I’ll take an Uber! No parking permit required.”
“Ryan, your idea is great.” Dad praised me and patted me on the back.
Just then, the mom comes in and says, “You can’t get an Uber.”
My father and I looked at her and were blown away. Her dress was like Cleopatra’s and she was stunning. She wore a white bikini top that hugged her voluptuous breasts and a white miniskirt that exposed her curvy midriff. Gold accessories made the dress special, including a gold crown, an elaborate 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. Her sexy face was accentuated by heavy black “cat-eye” makeup and red lipstick. Her shoulder-length black hair was straight, perfect for Cleopatra.
“Wow, honey! You did really well this year!”
“Yes, Mom, you look great,” I agreed. “But why can’t I take an Uber to the party?”
“Because you’ll get halfway there, think this party is stupid, and then turn around and go home,” she predicts.
She knows me really well. It’s definitely something I would do.
“Mom, we have to fold the front passenger seat. There’s no room for me to sit,” I argued.
She thought for a moment and said, “I’ll sit on your lap.”
“What?” I replied.
“It’s only a half-hour drive, Ryan, and I’m young. I’m not going to crush you.” She looked at me and Dad like she didn’t want to hear anything else. “Come on. We won’t have time to decorate if we don’t hurry.”
==
Dad put bluegrass music on the van’s stereo and backed out of our driveway.
I had my seat belt on, but Mom wouldn’t be the lucky one if we had an accident, so I put my strong arms around her waist. She looked down at my arms, then turned sideways so she could look me in the eye. “Are you my seat belt?” she asked.
“Better than nothing,” I said.
“Thank you,” he replied, resting his little head on my broad, muscular chest. “How did you get so strong? All the men on your father’s side are thin, and all the men on my side are thin and short.”
“How do I know? Is the postman a strong man?” I joked.
Mom admits, “If your face wasn’t a mirror image of your father’s, other people would be thinking the same thing.” She trailed her hand up my body until it rested on my stomach.
The truck hit a pothole and Mom jumped into my lap. “Sorry,” she said.
“It’s alright. You’re as light as a feather.” I felt my cock swell a little, but I wanted it to behave normally. Getting hard in this position is unthinkable.
“How about going back there?” Dad shouted over the music on the stereo.
“We’re fine, dear,” Mom replied.
“Traffic is slow, but I think we can get there in about 20 minutes,” he told us.
My mother and I remained silent for a few minutes. The warmth of her body on my nearly naked body was interesting to say the least. “You smell delicious,” I whispered. It has a light floral scent.
She looked at me strangely. “I don’t suppose you noticed my perfume before.”
I shrugged. “I’ve never held you in my lap before.”
“This is Caswell Massey’s No. 1 love elixir,” she taught me.
I giggled. “Love nectar?”
“Number one,” she said, smiling. “The name of the perfume is crazy.”
After another silent pause, I requested, “Tell me more about this party.”
Mom sat up, faced me, and sat on my lap. My hands grabbed her hips. Her hands went to my breasts. “Everyone in town wanted to go, but Wallace was very picky. If you didn’t fit in, you wouldn’t be invited. All 500 of the most beautiful people in Knoxville would go there.”
“500?”
She nodded. “This is a big party, Ryan.” She ran her hand up my stomach, then back up to my pecs. “The tanning lotion works great. Your skin is totally glowing!”
“It’s yours too.” I replied. My hands slid up her sides and then to her hips.
She nodded happily. “We’re both soft and dark.” Her hands continued to explore. Massaging my shoulders. Sliding down my arms. Fingers touching my stomach.
My big hands moved up her sides again until they met her bikini top and then slid inwards, sliding my fingers under her breasts. She squirmed and breathed in sharply. “You look so beautiful in Cleopatra’s dress,” I praised.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her torso towards me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her big breasts pressed against my hard chest. Mom put her head on my shoulder.
“Can you save a dance for your mom tonight?” he asked.
“Of course,” I assured him.
We sat there hugging each other and time passed by. Her breasts rubbed against mine as the van moved.
I lifted up the back of her miniskirt and grabbed her ass. “Last massage before the party,” I told her. My hands squeezed her ass through her thin panties.
“Mmmm,” she said in my ear, “I love your big hands.” She moaned lustily, rubbing her breasts against me harder.
Dad pulled the truck off the road and onto a long gravel driveway that led to the mansion. I quickly straightened my mother’s miniskirt. She kissed me on the cheek and turned my face forward.
The path was half a mile long and the entire route was filled with cars that night. We arrived early so Dad found a parking spot on the circular drive in front of the mansion.
This is a real mansion. 9 bedrooms, kitchen, dining room, living room, study, home theater, library, multiple offices, multiple bathrooms and a large ballroom which is the main venue for gatherings.
Dad got out of the car and opened the sliding door for us. “Did you two survive the trip?”
“It’s no problem, Dad,” I told him.
“I told you it would be okay,” Mom intervened.
“Good, because you’ll have to do the same thing tomorrow morning when we get home,” he joked.
I stopped suddenly. “Tomorrow?!”
“I thought we told you that,” Dad said. “We stayed here overnight so we could take the decorations home tomorrow. Many of the guests did the same because they were too drunk to drive.”
“No one said this was a sleepover,” I looked angrily at my mom. “Is there a bedroom reserved for us?”
Mom and Dad both laughed. “Oh, dear,” Mom said. “There are about 200 people sleeping here tonight. There are no reserved bedrooms. We are all sleeping wherever we can find space.”
“Oh my god,” I groaned.
I unloaded the goods from the van, but I was nervous about the sleepover, so I slipped away and left the actual decorating to Mom, Dad, and the other volunteers.
The mansion is worth a visit. I passed a few people in the halls, but no one asked me who I was or talked about my cool Tarzan costume.
I looked for a place to sleep that night and finally found the jackpot on the second floor at the back of the mansion. A side hall leads to a utility room, but to the right is an office door in a closet. The room isn’t large, with only a desk and a double sofa. Luckily for me, the love seat turns into a bed.
I opened the bed and saw that the sheets and blankets were already put on top. The memory foam mattress is not thick, but I think it will be comfortable. Beggars can’t be choosy.
I found a piece of paper and a black marker. I wrote “keep out” on a piece of paper and stuck it outside the door. My hope is that the guest will think the owner wrote the note and leave the office. I prayed that this would be my private room that night. All the other fools can crash anywhere, but I plan on getting a good night’s sleep.
