My name's Tyrone. One afternoon, me and my buddy Darryl were drinking beer and watching porn off the Internet when Darryl told me about the swinger's club.
"It's a lot of old perverts in their forties and fifties who put on their masks, take off their clothes, and change off their partners," he said. Of course I didn't really believe him, even when he confessed that he'd heard his mother talking about it on the phone to one of those gossipy friends of hers. "She was invited to the party, but she told them to fuck off." He grinned at me wickedly. "I did hear your mama's name mentioned, though."
Of course I couldn't let that go by, so I called bullshit on him and made a remark or two about his mama, just to keep my skills in shape. Nothing serious, though.
"Well hell, man, why don't you check it out?" he said, and he gave me the time and place where the party was going to be.
I told myself that I had no intention whatever of sneaking into some sicko orgy for broken-down middle-aged folks who couldn't keep it in their pants, but somehow I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm twenty, and my mother is only forty-something now. The fact is, with her smooth skin and well-rounded figure she could pass for at least ten years younger, maybe more. Men never wanted to leave her alone. And she wasn't the only hot older woman in her circle of friends, either. My imagination played with the idea of a dozen sexy naked women rubbing their tits and pussies together.
"My mama wouldn't attend an orgy," I told myself firmly. But no matter how much I tried to put it out of my mind, in the end I found myself going downtown to one of those "adult" stores and buying myself a mask. It was a black leather helmet with straps that covered my whole head except for my lower jaw, but with holes to see and breathe through. When I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror, even I was impressed. Of course I had no intention of going through with it.
But then I thought, maybe I should check the story out after all. If it turned out to be just another one of Darrell's lies, I could go after his ass until he paid me back for the cost of the mask. I could say it was research, and if my mama was there for some fucked-up reason, I could get her out of there before anything could happen.
But it wasn't a lie. I showed up at the time and place and was admitted with no questions asked. Apparently if you knew enough to show up in a mask, you knew enough to get let in. It was a big empty house with a huge living room the size of a ballroom at the back of the ground floor. I went in and looked around, but the lights were low, so I couldn't see that much.
What I could see, because there was a spotlight on it, was a big table covered with bottles of lube, condoms, and sex toys of every shape, size, and description. All of it was in the original packaging, so you could tell none of it had ever been used before, so it was completely safe to use for whatever you wanted. Needless to say, my imagination was really running wild now.
When I had looked at all the things on the table, I stepped back and let my eyes get used to the semi-darkness. All around me, men and women were undressing, letting their clothes lie in a heap wherever they were standing and just keeping on their masks. There must have been fifty people there, and more arriving all the time. So as to fit in, I had to take off my clothes too, of course. Why not? The heat in the house was cranked up to blood-warm, and I'd be more comfortable that way.
Just then I realized what a piece of shit my "plan" was. How would I ever find my mama in this huge crowd? Would I even be able to recognize her? It's not like I'd ever seen her naked body or anything!
