the New Years Party

In my family Christmas is sacred. We follow the Scandinavian traditions at this time of year. Between Boxing Day and New Years we visit family and friends enjoying one another’s company.
Starting the evening of December 31 and well into the morning of January 1, my family rocks; it is party time. The children are looked after at Christmas, the adults go crazy on New Years.
We are reasonably well off as a group and have large homes. Our parties generally average eighty plus souls; all related. Food and drinks, along with a sampling of illicit chemicals are the norm.
The party was at our house this year. I had turned sixteen two months back so it was decided that I could stay as long as I was out of sight. I was more than a little happy with this arrangement. I had learned from others that these to-dos were a big drunk fest, along with some naughty behaviour.

My room was in the basement out of harm’s way. When we built this room not only was it given lots of size but the room was soundproofed with a two door system to gain entrance. These doors were separated by about six feet of hallway.
My room was equipped with a large TV, my own computer of course, audio system, and so forth. All that you would expect a spoiled rich brat to have.
I had no window in my basement bedroom, which I know it against code, but I had a way out if need be. When dad built this house he had an underground escape tunnel built exiting from this part of the house. This was to counter home invasions which seem to be the thing to do these days. There are three separate sets of stairs into the basement. One of these stair wells is only accessible thru the second floor safe room. Access from the upper levels to the basement was made easy in this home. The alarm system when activated would automatically open my bedroom doors and the emergency door located in the exterior wall leading to this tunnel. The tunnel ran some one hundred feet to a bunker beneath the garage. Once entered one simply pressed to THE button which would close all access doors….
But I digress.

I had spent the night watching a movie, ‘Salt’. When the movie ended I went on my computer and checked out some porn. I have never had sex; actually I am shy and not very good looking so I never even had a date. My total sexual experience is thru the internet. Some pretty gross stuff, definitely eye opening.
I do not do any social networking. My nose is big and I get the usual rude remarks when I show a picture of myself. So I quit that when I was thirteen. Plus there is on line bullying, similar actually to the bullying myself and a couple of nerdy buddies get at school. In addition to my big nose I am skinny. I am only five foot six.

I Looked at the time … it is 1:51am. January 1…. Happy New Year Tim, I say to myself, tipping back my can of pop in a feigned skol.
I am frigging starving … I will chance it and see if I can score some food. The Tim-ster leaves his sanctuary.

I open and then lock door number one behind me. I open and then lock door number two behind me.
…. PHEW! …. Fuck…Someone puked.
I turn looking into this large play room. Devoid of relatives, thank God. I see my aunt Mina lying on the floor / carpet — passed out, with her broken glass near her. She is one fat fucking woman. She was likely trying to find me to fuck me, is my guess. She has that reputation.
I love my dad, I’d better thank him again for this secure room. Can you imagine losing your virginity to a woman like my aunt Mina…YUK!
I scurry about the room turning off most of the lights, making sure there is enough like to show my aunt lying on the floor. It seems fortuitous that a pot light is directly above my aunt.
I am heading for the stairs when I hear my name being whispered…
It is mom. My mother is hiding in a small closet I build for just that purpose. To hide from people; I had shown mom this room years back in case she needed to hide.
My mom is hot; I know everyone thinks their mom is hot … but my mother is a sexual magnet.

“Were you going Tim?”
“I’m starved mom; I was going to scarf some food.”
“No, don’t Tim, your aunts are on the prowl, and they’ll will strip you and use you for finger food, covering you with garnishing. It is a fuckng zoo tonight Tim.” … it’s the worst night of my life.”
“Geez mom, it must be really bad, you are never like this. I mean hiding.”
“Ya, can I spend the night with you Tim, I need a safe place… your uncles are trying to rape me.”
“Rape you …. What the fuck, I mean geez mom ….Sure mom, you stay in my room. I will just grab some food.”
“Tim…, be careful.”

Like any deft teenage boy I snuck past enemy lines and returned with some pop and a few sandwiches which had been left unguarded near the kitchen door.
I went to where mom was hiding and like two mice we scurried to my room. All locked up and secure.
Mom ate one sandwich and drank a pop; I had two sandwiches and drank a pop. I had a small cooler in my room; I put the two remaining pop and one sandwich into this cooler, for later.

Mom was fidgeting allot.
“Mom, I can see your panties.”
“Sorry Tim … those bastards put something in one of my drinks or on some food. They were after your mother … I have an itch Tim.”
“Ok!” I answered, not really understanding but I kind of figuring what she meant. Mom was pissed at dad’s relatives from Quebec. They were the ones that showed her no mercy. Mom said at one point dad had to rescue her from them. They had her cornered and were not shy about where they put their hands. That is when mom took flight and hid in the closet.
Mom and I sat and talked for about one half hour. She never mentioned her ordeal with the frogs. Mom had to pee so we snuck out of my room and went to the bathroom together. That is the first time mom and I had our pants off together in the same enclosed space; in this case a full size bathroom; at least in my memory.
While we were in the bathroom we heard some noise on the stairs. We shut the light off and stood with our respective ears to the door listening for the enemy. Eventually mom and I made our escape back to the secure confines of my bedroom.

Mom was having a very difficult time with her body and I could see she was embarrassed. Her nipples were poking thru her dress so she coved herself with her arms crossed… except she was fidgeting so much her arms kept moving about re-exposing her erect nipples.
“Mom, would you like me to turn the lights off?”
“Maybe the brightest one honey, but leave at least one on so I can see you… Is that not something Tim, some mother I am… Wanting to see her son when she is hot to trot….
… Aaaaarghhhhh! … Damn those buggers.” …
Mom bent slightly at the knee, closing her legs tightly in a pigeon toed fashion while pressing her hands against her lower stomach, actually into the ‘Y’ of her lower body.
“….. Aaaaaaargh! … What am I going to do Tim ?”
Mom seemed to be getting worse. I had no idea so I suggested she talk. Tell me what happened. I thought that might get it off her mind.

Mom seemed eager to vent………….“ I was standing by the refrigerator, I had just finished my coffee and Bailey’s Irish Cream when your Uncle John walked by and touched my crotch. I jumped, I was startled. He grinned at me as he walked on by. I could not fathom why he would do that to me…
… I noticed two women snickering at this molestation. Bitches I thought. I never noticed your French Canadian uncles moving in on me or I would have run for my life.