It was just before Fall break at the college and Cam was sitting at the kitchen table after classes. He had a little homework for math... and a little reading... but other than that, he was free for the night and the rest of the weekend.
He was scrolling through his phone, looking through his socials to see what other people were doing... maybe something would catch his eye. He was thinking he'd ask Holly out on Saturday... maybe go see a movie or something.
Sue, his mom, walked in, wearing a thin tank top, obviously with no bra on underneath (thank God!), and cotton shorts. She'd probably gone to the gym earlier and was now relaxing, herself. He absolutely loved when she wore outfits like that. Her C-cup breasts, while still firm, bounced and swayed deliciously behind her top. He probably should have felt a little guilty thinking about her like that, but he couldn't help himself. And his body sure responded to it.
"Hey hun!" she said, taking a seat beside him as she scrolled through her own phone in her hands.
"Hey," he responded, barely even looking up. His vision was perfectly placed. Without moving his head he could look down and see his phone or he could look up and see her breasts. She would never be the wiser.
"How was school?"
"It was good... nothing special," he said. He was happy that the day was over, though.
"How'd you do on your math test?"
"I think I did pretty good," he said. He hoped he at least got a C... but a B would work wonderfully.
"You think?" she asked. "You studied, right?"
"Yeah... I studied... pretty hard," he said. "I'm just not that good at math."
"Well, I don't expect you to get straight A's," she said, understanding. She wasn't good at math either and was lucky she didn't have to take any when she went to college. "As long as you're trying."
He could hear her moan softly as if in pain, her hand moving to her neck, rubbing it. "Hey... I, uh... did something to my neck today. Do you think you could give me one of your massages?"
"Yeah... sure," he said, putting his phone down and walking behind her. He had a wonderful view from this angle as his hand started massaging her shoulders and neck. He looked down, right to the top of her breasts and the wonderful cleavage between them. As he stroked her, he could see her nipples poking at the thin material.
His hand moved the spaghetti strap of her top to get a better grip of her shoulder, and it caused the material to loosen over her breast. His mind wandered into a fantasy of sliding his hands down under her shirt, cupping her breasts, and feeling those nipples as she mewled below him. That's when he felt himself getting really hard. His cock swelled rapidly and started to actually get uncomfortable in his jeans.
"Good thing I have you around," she said, her head swaying a little as if she'd closed her eyes and was trying to completely relax. "Your dad never gives me massages like this."
"I always like helping you, mom," he said.
"You're such a good boy," she said, tapping his hand with her own, then relaxing even more by dropping her chin into he chest. "That feels really good."
Cam's cock was getting the best of him and he used one hand to reposition his cock, first, then to start stroking it through his jeans. It felt good, but wasn't going to be good enough at all. He really needed to slip away somewhere private and take care of it properly.
His mom seemed to waken and then she glanced back at him over her shoulder. "What? What are you doing?" she asked, surprised. "Are you... are you touching yourself?"
"No... I, uh..." he mumbled, unable to find an adequate excuse.
She noticed the strap had fallen from her shoulder and her shirt was threatening to fall and expose her breast. She hooked it and lifted it back onto her shoulder. "What...? Are you... are you looking at my boobs?"
"No... the, uh, shoulder strap just slid off..." he said, trying to respond.
Suddenly his mom's phone dinged with a text message. She picked it up and looked at it. "Shit... your dad says he has to work late again."
Cam was happy for the change of subject, especially if it was about his dad. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath in frustration. "It's always something, you know? And I have that party for work tonight." She turned in her chair and looked up at him. "Do you think that you could... maybe come with?
"Oh... I don't know," he protested. "I won't know anybody there." He really didn't want to go with her tonight. Tonight was about hanging with his friends.
"You're gonna be with me... you don't need to know anyone," she said. "We'll just have dinner... drink a little... maybe dance a little. You can dance with your mom, can't you."
"I... I don't know," he said, trying to sound as disinterested as possible without actually saying no. Maybe she'd get the hint.
"Oh, for heaven's sake... it's one night out," she said putting her hand on his arm. "One night to have fun. You can wear that costume you got last year. The pirate or something."
He could feel a spark from her touch. It made his cock pulse again. "Yeah... I could," he said. "I'm not sure if it still fits."
"Well, you can at least try," she said. "For me?"
"Ok... I will," he caved.
"Good!" she smiled, standing up. "I'm going to take a quick shower and start getting ready. We'll leave at six."
She walked out of the kitchen with a bit of an excited step. She really wanted to go to this party for some reason. It's not that her bank friends would be that much fun, would it? Besides, they would just treat him like a kid, even though he was twenty two. He was going to graduate this Spring.
He walked, a little reluctantly, up to his bedroom and searched his closet for his pirate costume from last year, the one he wore to the frat party. The one where Vicky Hansen got drunk and flashed everyone her boobs.
He found it and laid it all on the bed... the black leggings, the loose, white shirt,
the cloth mask that slid over his head and covered the top half, a large-brimmed hat with a feather, the required plastic sword, and the knee-high boots.
He took his clothes off and started to put the costume on. The pants were fairly cheap and thin, but were reasonably strong. While they were tight, they fit... ok. He slid the rest on and realized that his erection, encased behind the very tight pants, was not going down and would not be easily hidden.
God... what in the hell was he going to do. He took a moment to unfasten the pants and lay back on the bed. He stroked his cock, hoping that he could just cum... just get it out of his system so his erection would go down. But nothing seemed to be working.
"Honey, you ready yet?" his mom called from down the hall, outside her own bedroom. Cam could hear here walking towards his bedroom and just managed to put his hat over his crotch when she walked in the door.
His mom decided to go as a witch this year. She was wearing a black dress, with lace in strategic spots to show that it was a sexy witch. The dress was dipped very low in front, down to her bellybutton, showing a lot of cleavage. In her hand was a black hat. She'd already put on her black wig and sexy, intricate wire masquerade mask. The combination of everything made her look mysterious and sexy as hell!
