Mom’s Hot Halloween Party Surprise

“How could you!” I screamed at my phone and was so mad I wanted to throw it on the ground and smash it. Only the fact that I’d worked all summer to pay for it kept me from doing just that.

“I’m sorry Randy, but it just kinda happened. I hope we can still be friends,” Jill said insincerely. I hung up on my girlfriend as rudely as I could, mashing the end button hard as if it made a difference. Ex-girlfriend, now that we had broken up. I hadn’t believed my friend who claimed he’d seen her making out with some stoner at a party that she went to alone while I was working, but when I asked her about it she actually came out and admitted it. In fact she even told me she’d slept with him and how she was trying to just build up the courage to break up with me for almost a week new. How do you ‘kinda just happen’ to fuck someone? Love at first sight is all just bullshit.

I know that loser will just fuck Jill, smoke dope, and not much more so my rage at her betrayal was mixed with evil glee that she would get what she deserved for cheating on me. But really I never figured Jill would do something like this since she had seemed happy to be dating me, but we were being responsible and waiting to have sex until we moved in together. Like the saying goes; it was the nice guy that always comes in last. God women are so frustrating! They always claim they want someone who treats them like a princess, but from my experience the guys they choose just lie, cheat, and fuck their heads and hearts up.

Maybe guys aren’t any different. With the girls I’ve dated I must like heartache and pain just as much. Why else would I keep giving my heart out to beautiful girls who rip it up, stomp on it, then set it on fire before leaving me. Before the last six months which I dated Jill there was Kris who had cheated on me with God knows how many guys over the year we platonically dated. I only found out when she had gotten pregnant. Even then I foolishly offered to marry her and support her baby, but she had the nerve to actually get offended by that. She told me I was just a chump and then drove off with some guy on a motorcycle, her long blonde hair whipping in the wind. I’ve not heard from her since.

It all started back with my first girlfriend in High School. My prom date actually went with me just so she could try and get back together with her ex and told me so, but I was just happy to have a girl on my arm for the first time. Lucky for her, her plan had worked. I can still see her curly blonde head going up and down in her ex’s lap at the back of the gym when I came back with her punch, and the look of utter delight on his face. But for me it was just going home alone with the added insult of also having to pay for a rental suit. Still somehow I believed Jill was different.

When I first meet her last year she was a dean’s list sophomore like me. She’d been unlike the cheerleaders I’d chased after before, a quiet nerdy girl with glasses and a four point oh grade point average. I thought I’d finally grown up to find a nice girl instead of letting my hormones guide my love life. She was plain, but could be really sexy when she wanted to be with her long blonde hair in pony tails and glasses. For six months we were a couple and until now I had no clue that we were in trouble. It left me in a real pissy mode when I walked in my house.

“Hi Honey, how was school?” Mom asked happily as she was washing dishes.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I grumbled.

“Oh Honey,” Mom immediately came over to console me. She always seemed to be psychic when it came to why I was upset, so instantly asked, “Did you and Jill have a fight?”

“No, she is fucking a crack-head so we fucking broke up!” I almost shouted disgusted. Then I was mad with myself for snapping at her as I dodged out of her grasp. My mom is a great person, always friendly and helpful to everyone, but she is also a hugger. She hugs everyone all the time, but for several years that had started making me uncomfortable because she also has very large soft tits. More than once I would get an inappropriate woody from one of her embraces and the last thing I wanted now was to be reminded of my virginity.

“Randy!” I heard my dad snap as he came into the room. “Apologize to your mother for that language.”

God damn it! I didn’t know Dad was home already. “I’m sorry Mom,” I said begrudgingly. Then I had to let her hug me and just endure the crush of her cleavage engulfing me and try and ignore it.

“I told you Jill would dump you if you didn’t get serious with her,” Dad then put in almost complete hypocrisy to his moral outrage at my language. He was always brutally honest and obnoxiously direct with his overtly manly philosophy, to the point I couldn’t believe any woman would stay with him. To him women were put on this Earth to serve and care for their man and children. Even worse is Mom would never contradict him, though sometimes she would work around his decrees as long as no one told him.

“Now Honey,” Mom happily chided Dad, “with all the diseases out there now Randy was smart to wait for the right girl.” Mom called everyone Honey as it was her friendly southern style and that was about as confrontational as she ever got.

“People are animals,” Dad firmly stated. “If you don’t mark your territory then someone else will take it from you.” I had hated his idea of macho male dominance because it seemed silly to me that in this day and age society could be reduced down to something so simple, but with Jill cheating on me it strangely became more reasonable now. Maybe it was Mom’s jugs still squishing into my side, but I actually had a brief fantasy of grabbing Jill and just fucking her silly and that alone would somehow make her love me again. Predictably my manhood which had held off from reacting to my mother’s embrace finally hardened at this perverse rape fantasy.

I just hoped Mom didn’t notice as I backed out of her warm hug that had already gone for an embarrassingly long time. “I got homework to do,” I offered as an excuse to just leave them and escape to the solace of my own room.

Dad didn’t let me go in peace though. “You need to get laid son. Women can tell the difference between a man and a boy, and will play with a boy, but only ever love a man.” I tried to shut him out and get to my room, but he spoke up as I got farther away down the hall. “You gotta be a tiger and take what you want son. Women only truly respect you if you show them you got balls!” I slammed shut the door behind me with a raging hard-on in my pants and visions of just mauling Jill, taking a fistful of her long blonde hair and pulling it hard as I pounded her ass from behind. I felt sick from how horny I was.

I did have a lot of school work to do, but didn’t start studying until after I turned on my computer and jerked off to pictures of glamorous girls stripping down and posing for me on one of my favorite free porn site. While usually I imagine them laughing and happy, today they were begging for my cock like whores. I roughly beat off quickly and felt disgusted with myself soon afterwards. Later as I tried to study I just couldn’t concentrate so went to bed early to try and sleep it off.

The next few days just trudged by and that Saturday morning when I got up around noon Mom told me of her plan to break me out of my funk. “Halloween party?” I asked doubtful. I knew I had to get out of the gutter or my grades would suffer along with my health, but all week I’d still had to see Jill at the classes we shared, cuddled up close to this grungy guy with greasy hair. I would have punched him in the face if they came up to me, but I think my evil glaring was enough of a message that Jill steered well clear of me.

“It’ll be great!” Mom cheered, handing me a bag. “Cindy Coty just down the road is hosting; you know her son Spencer is a few years younger than you? Well he’s going to visit his father so she has the house to herself and wanted to do something. We were talking and got a bunch of friends and neighbors coming, including a some eligible young ladies,” Mom winked at me and I grimaced at the thought of who she thought was going to be matching me up with. But she wasn’t finished, “And the best part is it will be a costume party with mandatory masks! Doesn’t it sound like fun? You won’t know who is who!”

I grimaced and considered correcting her grammar, but she’d never remember to use ‘whom’ correctly anyway. Mom was definitely amped up for this, and she had already bought costumes, so it would be impossible to say no to her, at least without a good excuse. Unfortunately I couldn’t think of one since I’d just told her I was finished with school work right before this conversation. “Fine,” I conceded and looked in the bag. There appeared to be quite a few black garments inside.

“I got you a Batman costume and a Zorro costume for your father,” Mom explained then turned to go back out the door. “See you at the party!”

“Where are you going?” I asked confused.

“To get prettied up for my costume silly,” she winked.

She was almost was out the door before I thought of asking, “What are you going as?”

Through a cracked door she teased, “You’ll have to wait and see.” Then she blew me a kiss and closed the door. That was odd, but with the party still several hours away so I just dropped the bag on the counter and droned out watching TV on the couch.

Dad came home two hours later and I told him about the party, the bag of costumes, and how Mom had said she’d see us there. “I suppose if that’s what your Mother wants,” he sounded as enthused for this party as I was. He checked his watch and said, “In an hour be ready to go. I’ll get mine on and we can just walk down the road since it’s not far.”

I grunted acceptance and went back to my TV show. When it ended I finally accepted my fate and pulled out my costume from the bag. Right away I could tell that the Batman costume was going to be a bit big and baggy on me. Out of curiosity I checked and sure enough the Zorro costume was the smaller one that fit me just right. Dad would never fit his taller frame and lager gut into it, at least not well. Mom or the sales person must have mixed up the sizes.

“Dad,” I shouted and he came in, now out of his business suit and just in boxers and his white undershirt.