Hi, I'm David and this is a story about what happened to me at my dad's company Halloween party last year. My dad is a partner at an accountant firm and as always, they had a fancy dress party for all their staff. Being a bunch of old boring accountants, they like everyone to dress the same or at least follow a theme. Last year the theme was marooned on a desert island or survival on a desert island or something like that and everyone was dressed in tattered old clothes. I think it was a ploy by the tight accountants to tear up their old clothes and claim it back on tax as fancy dress.
This year some bright spark had the idea of old Hawaii, so straw skirts all around with men going bare chested or with some flower garland and women with something to cover their modesty.
Dad's secretary was in charge of ordering costumes for most of the executives including my dad, mom and me. The lazy and dimwitted secretary simply ordered three sets of the same costume and got it sent to my dad's boss's house where the party was supposed to be. The secretary also ordered the same costumes for a whole bunch of the senior staff and their families.
I'm an only child and now that I'm at college, I live out but still fairly close to home. My dad was about 45 at the time and mom about 38. Mom is of northern European stock and has long blonde hair and is of medium height. I've always been teased about having a MILF for a mom and her natural 34DD breasts and pert bottom certainly conformed to that claim. She was a typical middle class American mom in that she would wear bikini at the beach but dressed pretty conservatively at home. She had won local beauty pageants when she was young and has always maintained her looks and body.
Despite mom's beauty I had never wanted to spy on her naked or anything like that. On occasions when I'd catch a bit of cleavage or up skirt accidentally at home I did look but I guess that was more male instinct than inappropriate lust.
So, on the night of the Halloween Party, the plan was for dad to go straight to his boss's house from work and I'd drive there from college and mom from home.
After a hard day at college, I showered at my gym and headed down to the house party. Knowing the entire costume will be waiting for me, I simply wore my boxers, jeans and a t-shirt.
When I arrived at the house a little later than planned, due to traffic, I saw mom parking her car. I waited so I could go in with her. I knew mom didn't like a lot of dad's colleagues and hated these corporate gigs, but put up with it for dad. She also always complained that the other senior partners would hit on her and dad simply ignored it and later when they talked about it, dad would dismiss it as mere friendliness on the partners' part.
My mom's a terrible driver and needed a few attempts to fit her Mercedes SL into a very large parking spot. Once parked, I saw her get out of the car dressed as I was in jeans and a casual t-shirt.
"Hey sport, thanks for waiting." she said with a warm smile as she connected with my hand and we walked towards the house.
Once inside we located dad's secretary who gave us our respective costumes and suggested that as the party was already in full swing, we change in a room downstairs just off of the main entrance which was used for keeping everyone's coats. The boss's house was a mansion but the tight bastard locked all his rooms except for a few that could be used by his guests. This normally just meant one downstairs toilet and a coat cupboard - our changing room.
As mom and I opened our costume bags we realised the simplicity and cheapness of the costumes. Mine consisted of a skirt made out of straw that would reach just below my usual boxer shorts. All I had to wear on top were a few garlands of plastic flowers. As I looked at mom I learned that she had exactly the same except she also had what looked liked like two half coconut shells tied together with strings.
"I'll wait outside while you get changed mom." I said and stepped out of the small room.
A couple of minutes later, instead of stepping out, mom called me into the room.
"Can you see my... errr underwear?" asked mom.
Mom sure was a sight to behold. There she stood, her golden hair flowing, wearing two small coconut shells covering just a third of each of her breasts as the shells were clearly not made for someone with DD cups. Except for the centre part of her breasts, most of it exploded out in every direction. On the bottom she wore the straw skirt but around her womanly hips the straws parted slightly and I could clearly make out some frilly red lacy material on the sides of her legs. These were no thongs, but the latest Victoria's Secret type of lingerie which are almost like granny panties but with frilly bits to it. I personally prefer the skimpier type which showed more skin.
"Well... to be honest mom I can see your underwear." I said.
"That stupid bitc... woman, she didn't tell me the costume was going to be so skimpy. I can't wear anything underneath this." mom complained.
"I'm going to find that stupid secretary while you get changed." said mom and rushed past me out of the door.
I stripped to my boxers and got into my costume and discovered that I had the same predicament as mom. My long white boxers clearly showed under the skirt but decided that I didn't care how I looked and going commando wasn't an option as I was prone to getting uncontrollable erections at the mere sight of flesh. Judging by mom and my costumes, there was going to be a lot of flesh on offer today and some of dad's younger colleagues were hotties.
"I found the stupid bitch and apparently this is all there is. Apparently she had tried the costume on herself, realised the issue with some underwear and told your dad. Obviously he had forgotten to tell us." said mom as she barged into our little room.
Without even caring I was there, mom reached into her skirt and in one quick move, pulled her underwear down. I could see her panties were a feminine version of men's boxers. The straw skirts are such that elastic went around the waist with straws attached to it. So when mom reached into the skirt, she simply penetrated straws around the hip and straw around the middle stayed in place. As such, I couldn't see any of her middle as she took her panties off.
"You'll have to get out of yours as well. You look ridiculous. I bet your dad's wearing his Y-fronts so all this wouldn't even be a problem to him." she barked not meaning to be angry at me.
"Mom, I really don't think that's a good idea. I'm a little worried I might have an accident.... or you know I might....." I struggled to find the words.
"Oh come on baby, I know all about your 'accidents'. I do your laundry. I just can't have you walking around looking that silly. It reflects badly on your father and you know what he's like." mom reasoned.
"But mom, suppose someone sees me... you know" I stammered.
"Look, if you think a.. problem is developing, just go to the bathroom and fix it." mom cut me off.
Resigned to my fate, I followed mom's example and pulled down my boxers. The middle of my skirt stayed still but after I had taken off my boxers and freed my dick, I could see a slight indent in the skirt. I guess letting the little fella breathe a little made him grow a bit.
Mom and I exited the little room and joined the others at the party. There were various versions of our costume around the room and a few of the younger girls in dad's office were really rocking the costume. One in particular had boobs like mom's, and they too were spilling out of her coconuts. I saw elastics of thongs on the girls so they were all prepared for the costume. I occasionally saw my parents around the different entertainment rooms chatting to various people. I also noticed that I was getting a semi from looking girls so I found a quiet corner to sit in near the bar and chatted to one of the boring partners about my own career options at the firm, all the while eyeing up the talent in the room.
At one point my boner had become so big that I adjusted it so it lay flat on my left leg and put my hand on it casually to stop it rising. I did this while sitting down talking to the partner and he didn't seem to notice. My dick can grow to about 9 inches and has a girth to match so it wasn't easy hiding it without parting the straw of the skirt. After a while I did sense some pre-cum leaking out and on to my leg but reasoned that it was too dark for anyone to notice.
Soon the partner left leaving me on my own. Ceasing the opportunity, I grabbed a garland of flowers someone had left at the bar, held it in front of me with my right hand and got up. This gave the illusion that I held my hand holding something in front of my groin casually when in fact I was holding back a penis which would otherwise wanted to stand up at 90 degrees parting the straw skirt in half. The bar room was dark and the toilet was just outside it so my plan was to quickly run to the toilet and knock one out to ease the tension on my dick. I also desperately needed to clean off the pre-cum that I know was making a mess all over my leg.
Just as I got up mom came running to me and grabbed my left arm and pulled me with her towards an adjoining room which had loud music playing. En route she picked up a shot glass of tequila that had been lined up at the bar and downed it. I maintained my hand in front of my groin, but now with a woman pulling me with purpose, it no longer looked like a casual holding of something in front of you, but more a posture to protect the groin. Pre-cum also dribbled on the floor as I hurriedly walked, but again the darkness protected me.
"Just dance with me. These old foggiest are killing me with their requests to dance. I'm sure one of them got to find out that I'm sans panties as he put his grubby little hands on my ass. My ass! That little pervert. And if I tell your dad, he'll tell me I'm imagining it!" mom squealed as she rushed me to the next room and to the middle of the dance floor.
Mom brought me around her like in a dance move to stand in front of her. I did so maintaining eye contact with her and slowly letting go of my right arm that was holding back my dick and dropping the garland. I could feel my dick divide the straws and penetrate out of the opening. Luckily for me the room was dark with dim disco lights above. I extended and held both of mom's arms so as to maintain her at a distance.
I could smell alcohol on her breath and I knew she was a light weight but drank at these events because she loathed them so much.
We began to dance to some pop song. The room was occasionally filled with the dim light of a weak disco light system attached to the ceiling but apart from that we were in darkness. People were dancing all around us and there were seats all around the room where people sat and some danced sitting down.
I held on to mom's arms as we danced so as not to create such a gap between us that she or anyone looking would notice the nine inch cock standing out but held her far enough that she didn't bump into me. I managed it for about 30 seconds.
As I looked around I saw one of the male junior accountants sitting down on one of the chairs with another male colleague being distracted by mom and me as he casually looked at the scene on the dance floor. I noticed that he was staring right at my cock. I guess that the dim light had caught my pecker just at the right time to show something protruding out of my skirt and pointing at mom's navel. As I stared at him thinking what to do next mom suddenly pulled me closer.
My cock smashed into mom's stomach and bent upwards towards her boobs. I could feel my penis slide along easily on her skin aided by my pre-cum.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" demanded mom.
"Huh?" I managed.
"People can see your... thing sticking straight out you idiot. And for god sake how big is that thing... it's like a cucumber stabbing me." whispered mom as we danced closer together and my cock rubbed all over her flat stomach.
Mom's dancing involved a side to side movement and given that I was only a couple of inches taller than her and the latest development this meant that my cock was being pointed up and left on one movement and up and right on the next. Pre-cum oozed out with each movement.
"Mom, I'm really sorry.... I'm really embarrassed... I can't help it. I told you this might happen.... Before you grabbed me, I was on my way to get rid of this thing." I explained.
Looking around at the male accountant again I could see he was back in conversation with his colleague, but often glanced our way unsure of what he had seen. Mom held us closely together and continued dancing in silence.
"I'm going to dance with you to the corridor and then when the coast is clear, make a run for the toilet. You understand? And for goodness sake, dance properly so you don't attract attention." said mom.
I realised that I was still holding both of mom's hands but outwards like I was wrestling her and moving not in tune with her.
"Good idea.... Mom.... I'm really sorry". I said adjusting my body posture so that I wrapped my arms around her which looked a little more natural as we danced. This brought both our bodies closer together and my chest bumped into her coconut encased boobs.
Unfortunately this had the worst effect possible on my cock. It grew in length and strength and poked mom more violently. She felt it too and looked sternly at me, but said nothing. We danced like this around the dance floor slowly, but subtly manoeuvring ourselves to the doorway by the toilet.
Mom peeked her head around towards the direction of the toilet.
"Shit! There's a queue." mom swore.
Mom never swore in front of me, but I guess the alcohol and the predicament we found ourselves in was making her act out of character. I looked around myself and also ascertained that there were indeed about three people waiting to use the toilets and to make matters worse, others were casually standing around that corridor talking. This wasn't going to work.
"The coat cupboard." shouted mom moving me down the corridor in the opposite direction to the toilet but still strangely dancing closely together.
To any onlooker clearly there was something going on but the truth was worse than what they must have thought of us.
We reached the door of the coat cupboard and looked around us. There were people deep in conversation and generally looked unbothered by us.
"Help me look for that thing will you...." said mom loudly enough for any bystanders to hear as she danced me backwards into the coat cupboard.
"Right, we don't have long, do your thing and we're out of here." Said mom.
"What? Mom.... errrrr.... I don't think I can. You're here and I don't have anything to look at..." I said shyly.
"Oh come on, you don't have a choice. Just do what you do and make it snappy." Said mom getting more annoyed.
She turned around facing the closed door leaving me to it. Resigned to my fate, I took hold of my dick. It felt instantly good just holding it. I must admit I do like to have a good rub and normally at home I would have the internet to give me the visual stimulation. I also liked to take my time often spending hours building up to climax and then holding back and doing it all over again before finally coming. I also cum a lot. I can certainly fill a shot glass full of cum and possibly more.
I closed my eyes facing away from mom and slowly started pulling back and forth on my dick. I tried to visualise the hot girls at the party in their costumes. The pre-cum that had built up worked well as a lubricant coating my hand. The excess dribbled on the floor. After about 2 minutes mom spoke interrupting my flow.
"Are you close yet? The longer we're in here the more chance of getting caught."
"Look mom, at home I usually have something to look at and it makes it easier. I'm nervous as hell and you're not helping the situation so it's going to take longer." I said annoyed at her.
"Longer is not an option." Said mom as a matter of fact.
"Unless you can find me some porn this is going to take longer. I'm sorry but I am trying." I said in frustration and continued trying to recollect the busty girl from earlier.
"Will this help?" said mom from behind me.
I turned around to see that mom had removed her coconut bra. There she stood topless and her breasts were magnificent, full, fleshy and firm with the most perfect nipples topping them off. I stood mesmerised and stunned.
"Oh stop gawking and start jerking. You're making me blush." said mom almost smiling.
"Look, I know I'm not one of your hot college girls but aren't men supposed to get turned on by boobs, even if they are their mom's? Just imagine they're on somebody else's body and do your business...errrr....cock....how..... big.... from... where....not your dad...." said mom, as I realised that she had looked down at my dick as she spoke and got distracted.
"Errrrrr mom. You OK?" I enquired.
"Errrr yes....that thing looks scary.... but from where...." mom seemed to be in a trance and staring straight at my dick.
By this time I had stopped jerking and was staring at mom and her in turn at me.
Suddenly we heard people talking outside which brought both of us out of our trance.
"Ok hurry up. I just realised I'm not sure how I will explain this to anyone if they walked in." said mom coming back to reality but still staring at my dick.
I took hold of my dick again and started jerking it all the while admiring mom's tits. Mom walked closer to me and stood just in front of me. Instinctively I brought one of my hands up to her chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" said mom karate chopping my hand away.
"I'm so sorry mom, I just..... I thought... but you came closer....." I stammered holding both my hands up apologising.
"Don't stop you idiot." said mom looking up at my face now sternly.
"Mom, this isn't working. I'm so sorry. I just can't." I said.
"Oh for fuck... for goodness sake, just grab it then, but you have to finish quickly. We're both going to need therapy after this." She said sticking her boobs out at me.
Unsure of what all this meant and without wanting to overthink the situation, I extended my right hand out to gently cup her left breast. It felt heavy but so soft. Even though there was no sag as such, I could lift it a few inches. I lifted it up and down. I gently tweaked her nipple. I brought up my left hand and played with the other boob too.
"For fuck sake David, Stop being so romantic and gentle. I'm not your girlfriend. Finish already." said mom.
I let go of her left boob and used my right hand to start jerking again. Awarkedly I played with her boobs with my left hand but given the magnificence and size of her tits, I just sort of honked it while trying in an uncoordinated fashion to try and jerk. Both my hands were flapping around in un-coordination.
"For fuck sake, let me just do it." she said slapping my right hand away from my dick.
She roughly grabbed my dick but stopped when she realised she couldn't get her fingers all the way around. She then slowly and delicately ran her finger up and down it - almost admiring its form. My dick has some very angry looking veins running along it and to her touch it throbbed and she felt its pulse.
Mom was back in her trance as I used both my hands to slowly but firmly admire and maul her tits. Mom too was now using both hands to slowly jerk me up and down. Mom ran both her hands from the base of my cock covered by straw to the tip. The head was a mushroom shape and she opened her hands as she neared the tip to give it maximum sensation. I looked down and saw that she now had pre-cum glistening on her hands and occasionally a droplet would drop on her leg or stomach depending on where my cock was pointing.
Up until that point I had never wanted to do anything sexual with mom but having this goddess of a woman with a spectacular body give me a hand job while I played with her tits brought out feelings I never thought I had. Sure I had felt college girl's tits but mom's were in a whole league above.
Just as we were getting into a rhythm, we heard dad's secretary say to someone she would grab their coats.
Mom quickly let go of my cock and hurriedly grabbed her coconut bra. The secretary opened the door just as mom had her bra fixed. I pushed into mom's back stabbing her ass with my cock and pushed past the secretary and some of the people waiting outside. I grabbed mom's hips as if we were dancing and with my cock buried in between mom's ass cheeks and parting her straw skirt. We rushed out of the coat room and into the corridor.
With every step mom took each of her ass cheek moved rubbing one side of my dick then the other. Coupled with the pre-cum that I was still spewing, it felt sensational.
There was still a queue for the toilet so we made our way into the bar room. I noticed that there wasn't anyone behind the bar anymore so I maundered mom in that direction. We reached behind the bar without looking too suspicious as others were dancing around us too.
The bar was at the corner of the room and was up to standing level. Behind the bar there was ample space underneath it for storage. Mom and I danced behind the bar, all the while rubbing my cock as she danced. Once we reached behind the bar, I looked around the room and noticed no one was really paying any attention to us.
I was consumed with lust for mom and I wanted to make the most of this situation so an evil plan formed in my head.
"Mom this thing isn't going to disappear unless you take care of it. I'll stand at the bar and you go underneath and... you know.... just do what you were....before we were..." I said unsure if my plan was going to work.
All the while I was still grinding into mom's ass in keeping with the music next door. Mom's ass was as magnificent as her tits. Knowing that she was naked underneath the straw skirt only added to the excitement.
"Can't you just do it yourself?" said mom unsure of my plan.
"I can't move my hands like that standing at the bar, people will notice. Besides, no one seems to have really noticed what we are doing. If you slip underneath and just rub it like before, I won't even have to touch you as I can just stare at the girls around the room and we'll be done. Then I can walk around normally again. Besides it's been up for a long time now and it's really starting to hurt." I said using all the arguments I could think of.
Mom looked around and realised there were people talking or dancing around but no one was looking at us. The room was dark and the only light was from the room next door. There was enough light to see the bottles of drinks on the table but from anywhere in the room you could not see what was happening behind the bar.
Mom poured herself a large whisky and downed it straight. Then, one final look around the room and mom ducked under the bar. I could not believe my evil plan was going to work.
There was no movement for a few seconds then I guess once mom had adjusted herself so that she was on her knees, she grabbed my cock with both hands. This was bliss.
Back and forth she pulled. Sometimes she would use a finger to smear the pre-cum that was forming at the end to spread it further down the cock to lubricate it. Occasionally she would hold my heavy ball sack and play with them like Chinese stress balls. She would quicken the pace and slow it down and then quicken again. I rested on the bar with my elbows enjoying the sensation.
"I wish your dad would last this.... never mind... my hands are hurting, are you close yet? If not you'll just have to finish yourself. This is getting ridiculous." said mom under the bar, sounding tired and a little tipsy.
"I'm nearly there mom... it's just that none of the women in this room are doing it for me. How about if I just play with your tit... breasts again. That'll do it for sure." I said getting eviler by the minute.
I got off my elbows and extended both my hands downwards searching for tit flesh. Mom was on her knees with my cock at eye level. In order for me to reach her boobs I would have to bend downwards and her hands would no longer be able to play with my cock as our hands would get in each other's way. We both realised this and I feared that mom would use this as an excuse to stop our shenanigans.
"Give me another whisky. Neat." mom said.
I poured her another drink making sure it was a large one. My cock bobbed around near mom's face as I poured her a drink above the table. I passed her the drink under the table. She gulped it down in one and returned the glass.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this. You have 5 minutes mister and then you're on your own." she said.
I was unsure what she was talking about when she grabbed my cock with both hands and brought it to her mouth. I nearly came as she struggled to fit the mushroom head into her mouth for the first time. I now easily grabbed her tits by bending down just a bit.
I was in heaven. My beautiful busty mom's tits were in my hands while she sucked my nine inch cock in and out of her mouth expertly. I moved my hips slightly to increase the sensation. I closed my eyes as I kept playing with mom's tits under the bar.
I was in a dreamlike state enjoying the moment when I heard dad's voice. That's strange I thought waking from my trance.
"You alright there junior?" said dad.
"Huh" was all I could manage as I opened my eyes groggily realising the situation in front of me.
Dad and one of his partners were in front of me at the bar.
"Two scotches on the rocks. Are you not getting enough sleep at college boy? And have you met our newest partner, Richard?" said dad as Richard extended his hands to me.
At that moment my hand was still tweaking mom's nipple.
"Sorry dad, I'm fine. Just a little tired.. that's all. Two scotches coming up." I said slowly moving my hands away from mom's tit and shaking Richard's hands.
Mom didn't stop what she was doing and continued slurping on my cock. She either didn't hear dad or was too drunk to notice. I served the two drinks hoping dad and his friend would leave but they didn't. I went back to resting on my elbows on the table almost putting all my body weight on it. I swung my hips slightly fucking mom's mouth with it but pretending I was dancing.
"Dave's a quarter back this year" dad said extending his hands and placing it on my hands in affection.
You couldn't make this shit up. Dad was praising me and touching my hands that moments earlier had been on his wife's tits while she sucked and slurped on my cock like it was a delicious lollipop.
The sensation down below was too much for me and I knew the end was near. Dad continued talking to his colleague but I had zoned out. He still had his hand on mine. I looked around nervously. There was no way to tell mom to stop and she was going to town on my cock.
I clenched my jaws and prepared for the cum explosion of my life. Everything happened in slow motion. It felt like I could actually feel cum travel from my balls, all the way down the cock and shoot out the end like a cannon. The first cannon ball of cum hit mom at the back of her throat. I felt her release her lips from around my cock. I guess she's not a swallower and I ought to have warned her. I felt intense pleasure but no longer mom's mouth. Cannon fire of cum after cannon fire of cum kept shooting ropes of cum from my hosepipe of a cock.
We heard a thud and squeal under the bar and I opened my half closed eyes. Dad looked at me.
"What was that?" he said.
I was still coming and muttered "Just my legs."
Dad looked strangely as he and his colleague walked away from the bar. Once they were out of sight I managed to move back a little and looked under the bar. It was a shocking sight. I didn't realise but there was ultraviolet light in the room from the disco lights and ropes of cum splattered mom like a bucket of white paint had been splattered and splashed on her like a 70's painting.
She looked angry.
"Is the coast clear?" she shouted.
"Yeah, no one's looking."
Mom got to her feet. As she rose I realised she looked like a girl from those gang-bang movies with several guy's cum on her. She had a large rope of cum starting on her forehead and followed all the way up her hair. There were smeared ropes around her mouth where she had already tried to clean up. One had landed right in her eye socket and she was digging it out with her hand. Several others had landed on her tits extending to her stomach and the rest of her body.
I didn't want to tell mom about the ultraviolet light as it would only further anger her. She picked up some tissues and wiped herself the best she could. She missed several spots but again I didn't tell her.
"I'm going to the toilet to get cleaned up" she said brushing past me angrily.
As mom walked out of the room I noticed that young accountant from before who had seen my erect cock.
"Fuck!" I thought. He had just seen mom get up from under the bar, wipe herself and run out of the room. "What must he have thought" I wondered.
I looked down at my exhausted cock, it was now contained under the straw skirt. There was still an indent in the costume but at least it was down. I too walked towards the toilet.