Mom’s Costume Party – Part 1

I lived at my grandparents house throughout most of my childhood years. My mom was something of an unfit mother. I never knew my father.

I was 14. My mom and I stayed in touch at that time. She was doing well, holding down at a restaurant, renting a house with Henry. He was one of the nicer boyfriends I can remember my mom having. He was especially good at including me in their lives.

Mom had planned a party. Although it was springtime, nowhere near Halloween, it was a costume party. I had been very pleasantly surprised by being invited. Henry had asked me what I wanted to be. I said I thought maybe I wanted to be a superhero. I happened to have a batman costume, but it was too small by then, and my grandparents had no costumes whatsoever.

At the day of the party, Henry picked me up at my grandparents house. He asked me if I had brought a costume, but I hadn’t. He said he thought mom had something for me at the house, and in my mind I laid the issue of “what to wear” to rest.

After stopping at the liquer store for booze “in case we run out” like Henry said, we got to the house where my mom greeted us. She was wearing a naughty two-piece dark angel costume. I complimented the way she looked and I also told her that she looked like she had lost some weight. Henry chimed in and told her she looked drop dead sexy. He proceeded to make out with her as if I wasn’t even in the room. Since I’m used to my mom being a slut, I thought nothing of watching their make-out session. I noticed Henry gently rubbed my mom on her bare belly between her tight black tube top and matching miniskirt.

My mom was a petit blonde, but her rack and her ass were big for her size. Even in her high heels, her lips couldn’t quite reach Henry’s, and he had to bend over a little to kiss her. After a few minutes, they stopped kissing. Henry glanced at me, and must have remembered that I was there.

“Lizzie!” he said. That’s what people called my mom. It was short for Elizabeth.

“Joe doesn’t have a costume. Did you get something for him?”

“Yes, I did. It’s on the bed. Why don’t you go slip into it?” she said.

I went into the bedroom. On top of the satin sheets on the king size bed there was a dress. It was a very sexy dress, and I was aroused thinking about putting it on, but what if it wasn’t for me to wear anyway? I thought. I decided to act dumb as I left the bedroom.

“Why aren’ you wearing your outfit?”

“The only thing I saw on the bed was a dress…” I said.

“That’s a french maid outfit, sweetie. I bought it for you. Don’t you like it?” she asked.

“I don’t think I want to wear it…” I sad. “Do you have anything else, a little more manly?” I asked.

“No! Either you wear the french maid outfit, or you can go home!” she said. My mom had a temper, and I didn’t want to upset her any more than I had. After all, we had been getting along lately, and I wanted to stay on her good side.

“But mom, I’m not sure about this…” I protested one last time, but seeing the threatening look on her face, I went back into the bedroom, stripped down to my boxer shorts, and put on the black microfiber dress with the tiny white satin apron attached to it.