Hi, my name is Rachel Marks. I'm a 34 year old single mother. I'm a petite woman, only 5 foot 5 inches. I weigh 115 pounds and have short blond hair. The only thing that I've ever been self conscious about are my small breasts. They are big enough for me to have a little cleavage, but I'm always jealous when I see someone else busting out of their blouse.
I was always popular in High School, maybe too popular. I had my choice of guys to date and worked my way through my class until I finally met the one. I fell in love when I was 16 only to end up pregnant and married. It turns out he only married me because his parents made him and we ended up getting divorced shortly after my 17th birthday.
I was left alone to raise our son, Mark, as a single mother. Being a single mom it isn't easy finding a date and so I've spent most of the past eighteen years alone taking care of my family.
My son is 18 years old and is a freshman at the local community college. He's still living at home while he saves up to get an apartment.
My story started the other day when my son asked if he could have a Halloween party.
He said he wanted to invite some of his college friends over and promised to keep it low key. I always had a hard time saying no to him, but he finally won me over when he reminded me that I promised him that he could have a party after he turned eighteen.
After thinking about it for a little while I told him that it would be OK, but that he had to promise not to break anything. Since Halloween was on a Wednesday this year, he wanted to have his party the weekend before Halloween. I told him that I was going to the annual costume party at the Johnson's down the street that Saturday anyway so the house would be all his.
I always dreaded these annual costume parties since it was always the same boring crowd. But Sara Johnson was my best friend and had helped me through a lot of tough times so I couldn't turn her down. As usual she tried to set me up with one of her friends at the party.
I hate blind dates. Everyone assumes that I am some lonely charity case. I don't go on many dates but I've learned to be self sufficient through the years and realized long ago that I don't need a man in my life tp be happy.
After Mark turned 15 I decided to get my tubes tied so that I couldn't have any more kids. I was happy with my life and the procedure had some added benefits. Even though I was only rarely intimate with men I have to admit that I love to feel the hot flesh of a man's hard cock sliding inside of me. I usually have sex once or twice a year, but I've hit a dry spell and it's been at least two years since my last good fuck.
Every year I wear the same costume, a white ruffled tuxedo shirt with black pants and a cape, but this year I wanted to get something different. I just couldn't decide what to wear. I went down to the mall and picked out a roman goddess costume. It consisted of a white toga with a gold belt and gold face mask. Since I'm so small I usually buy my clothes in the junior section so I picked up a teen sized costume.
When Saturday finally came I could tell that Mark was eager to get me out of the house. He kept pestering me about when my party started and why aren't I getting ready yet. I promised him that I would be out in plenty of time for his party.
I took my time getting ready. I took a long shower and even trimmed my pussy so that only a little tuft of curly blond hair remained at the top. After getting out of the shower I covered myself in scented lotion and sprayed myself with my favorite perfume.
Standing in front of my mirror I slid on a pair of silk panties and a matching bra. I started to have some misgivings about my costume after pulling it out of the bag though. I guess it's my fault for not trying it on sooner. The toga was made out of a thin fabric and was designed like a blouse without buttons. There were two little straps that went over my shoulders and the whole outfit was held together by wrapping one side, which was a little bit longer around my waist and tying it up with the gold belt. I just didn't expect the outfit to be quite so skimpy. After tying it up I could see that the bottom of my toga didn't even come halfway down my thighs. The neck line came down so far that I could clearly see my bra. I quickly pulled it off and put the costume back on.
At this point I didn't have much time until the party so I decided to go with it. I pulled out a pair of gold high heels from my closet and put the little mask in my purse.
As I left the house I could hear the shower running. I shouted through the door "Bye Honey. Have a good time tonight."
I could barely hear his muffled reply "Bye Ma."
I walked the few blocks over to the Johnson's and made it just in time. I always like to show up to parties about a half hour after they start so that I'm not the first to arrive. While I got there I could hear the music and saw that the party was already in full swing. As soon as I walked in Sara ran up to me and said there was someone I had to meet. I grabbed a glass of wine as we passed the bar and she led my into her living room.
You've got to be kidding me. Lawrence, my date for the night, was a 45 year old balding accountant with a 'great personality'. I drank my wine in one gulp to ease the pain and pretended to be interested for as long as I could manage. Sara kept circulating the room to refill drinks and I must have had 3 glasses of wine before I finally excused myself.
"So, what do you think?" She asked as she cornered me in the kitchen.
"I don't know Sara. He's not exactly my type."
"Don't worry. We'll find you Mr. Right. What's your son doing tonight?"
Her jaw dropped when I told her about the party.
"How can you leave your house to a bunch of college kids? Aren't you afraid they will get drunk and trash the place?"
"I trust him. And besides he's only eighteen, where would he even get alcohol?"
"I can't believe you're not even going to go over to check up on them."
My willpower was already weakened from the wine so after a few minutes of arguing I was convinced to sneak over there to check up on Mark.
"He would be so embarrassed if he knew that his Mommy was checking up on him."
"How about this."
Sara pulled her red wig off and handed it to me. Then I remembered the mask that came with my costume. It was a little cardboard mask that just covered your eyes and nose.
Sara pulled me into the bathroom and helped me straighten out the wig. Once I put the mask on I realized that nobody would ever recognize me.
As encouragement Sara said "It's already midnight, I'm sure they've had some drinks already. Nobody will recognize you. I promise."
I snuck out of Sara's party and headed back to my house. I could hear music coming from the back of the house so I snuck around the side and tried to blend into the party. A young man came up to me right away and asked me where my drink was.
I stammered "Uh... I must have put it down somewhere."
"Follow me. I'll get you a fresh one."
