"Wow that's a nice costume you got babe." Kelly said posing in front of the mirror of the local shop. She was dressed as a cat girl complete with ear and tail. "You got someone special coming over?"
Vanessa shook her head. "Just wanted to get made up, it's nice to look sexy every now and again. Junior is going out to a party with his friends but I've decided to leave the light on for Trick-or-Treaters anyway. Maybe some delicious single Dad will come buy and I'll be able to convince him to come by later for some of my tricks and treats?" She waggled her eye brows suggestively.
"You naughty minx. Well I wish you the best. That witch costume will definitely turn some heads. How old is Junior this year?"
"He turned eighteen just over six months. . .you can't be." Vanessa asked lacing up the shiny black knee high heeled boots. She already had the black bustier and frilly black skirt on completing what the young man out front had ensured her was a sexy witch. She felt more like the Devil's Prostitute in the outfit. Which was exactly what she was aiming for!
"Not your son silly. I mean he's grown into being quite the young man and the only thing keeping this cougars claws out of him is I have a husband and you'd never forgive him, but I bet you he has some friends who'd love a piece of Milf Pie." Kelly turned pushing her ass up like a cat in heat. "That's been all the rage with young men lately and let me tell you Vanessa. You got what they are looking for!"
"Do I really?" She stood up and did a twirl. She was forty three but most people would have guessed she was in her thirties. She had a little sag in her more than handful sized breasts but judging by the shows her son watched apparently what older ladies lacked in perkiness they were expected to make up for in volume and that she had done. With a narrow waist born of lots of Taebo and still mostly pert bottom from the same program gave her a figure that she was proud of. Even if it didn't quite compare to the girls her son brought home.
"Of course you do. Don't tell me you've never caught them staring." Vanessa couldn't exactly deny that she'd noticed her son's friends occasionally checking her out. She'd originally thought that it was just run of the mill kid crush stuff but now that Kelly brought it up Mike did like to hug her. And Jason was always trying to get her to join them in the pool.
"Okay maybe a few times. Vanessa replied.
"Well maybe you should drop him off."
"But-"
"No, play the cool mom. You know he's going to be drinking so you don't want him to have his car. Someone can drive him home or you'll come pick him up or he can spend the night but he's not getting a DUI." Kelly grinned. "Then embarrass the fuck out of him by walking him to the door. I'm sure the kids parents are out so it'll just be his friends. I'm sure he'll get over the embarrassment sooner or later."
"Hmmm."
Several hours later.
"Mom, I'm not going to be drinking." Junior insisted. He was trying to both look his mom in the eye and awkwardly look away from his mother at the same time. "So you can just let me drive, it'll be fine. I promise."
"Now, now Son, it's not an option. If you want to go to this party you're not going to be driving and that's final. I know how these parties are. I was young once too you know?" Vanessa insisted placing one hand on a well formed hip and putting her booted foot down.
Junior stood staring at her for a moment then finally submitted. "Fine, you can drop me off. I'll probably have someone drop me off so it's no big."
When they arrived in front of the party it was already in full swing. Partially because Junior was the kind of guy who liked to make a late entrance and partially because Vanessa had decided that she could get him a consolation prize and bought him and his friends a bottle of vodka. He'd put up the kind of opposition expected from a young man who didn't want to seem too eager about drinking. Then he'd shown the kind of knowledge about liquor that had him 'accidentally' choosing Grey Goose and Belvedere before Vanessa told him not to push it and he settled on Smirnoff with a grin.
Vanessa stopped the car when they got to the house climbing out of the car. "What are you doing Mom? I thought we agreed, you were just dropping me off."
"I'm just gonna go talk to his parents before I leave, make sure I know who I'm leaving my son with." Vanessa insisted. "Now you can make a scene about this. . ."
Junior deflated. His mother had easily won this battle. Maybe if he'd argued that someone could come pick him up back at the house but now everybody was here and nobody was going to leave to pick him up. "Fine. But I think they're out for the evening."
"We'll just check." Vanessa said walking past her son.
It had been years since she'd had as many eyes on her as she did right then. Vanessa could literally feel the eyes of teens moving over her flesh. It was a pleasant feeling, even her husband didn't look at her like this very often, not that she was usually dressed in something so flattering around the house.
