What's a MILF? Pt. 10

"Christ, who thought of this? I mean, didn't we already go through this?" Jeannie groaned at the other four women. "At least I didn't have to get my hair styled like Miss South Carolina over there."

Sue grinned back at the Marine getting a main-pedi looking like she wanted to kick someone's ass. "Relax and enjoy this, hair and nails are nothing, wait until we go and get waxed."

The prom preparations were frustrating. Nordstroms had a terrific selection of dresses, but trying to get all five women to agree on styles, colors, etc. without looking like they shopped together took an entire day. Then the next day, hair, nail, waxing and of course, makeup would kill the entire day of the prom. They discussed whether to go as the boys' moms, or use a cover. When they figured out, they had never met any of the boys' classmates and the salesman at Nordstroms guessed their ages (being told if he came within two years guessing, he'd get a $20 reward - each. He was off by 10 years on average.) at around 30, they decided on covers.

Ashley's was easy. She would use her southern crawl and say she was a friend of the family, visiting for a couple of weeks. Stacy worked as a paralegal at Jeff's father's firm. Sue was the widowed, next door neighbor who Mark helped out periodically. Jeannie was Chris's trainer at the club; and Elaine was Larry's aunt, by marriage.

Interestingly, all the husbands loved the idea of their wives going to the prom and it wasn't until Jeannie asked Charles why he was so enthusiastic that she found out they'd been planning a poker party and losing the wives for the night made it perfect.

The five boys hired a stretch limo for the evening that seated 12 and was stocked with all the luxuries. They couldn't wait to roll up to the Country Club in that with their hot dates.

Sue came down the hall from her bedroom in her white silk, body-hugging dress eliciting gasps from Drew and Mark. "Holy shit!" Drew said grinning, "I can't let you go out with Mark in that. I might end up with another child to raise."

"Dad! It's just a dance...and after prom stuff. Ok, looking at that dress, I might forget she's my mom." He replied sheepishly. Mark looked at the vee-cut dress exposing his mother's impressive cleavage and the fact she could not wear a bra. As she spun around grinning, he clearly saw no panty lines and hoped his did didn't notice that. As she turned back, her nipples were quite pronounced, showing her excitement.

"I feel like a teenager again, going to the prom with the best looking boy in the school." Turning to Drew, she leaned over to kiss him, "Dad, don't wait up, you know how prom weekends are. I promise I'll be good, really good." She grinned as she took Mark's arm.

Elaine bounced down the stairs giggling when the limo arrived. She kissed Jim and told him she'd be a good girl and wouldn't do anything she didn't do at her fist prom. Jim groaned remembering how she let him take her viriginities, all three, that night.

When Larry and Elaine were leaving, Jim slipped a half dozen condoms into Larry's pocket, "Hey, you need to be prepared." He said grinning when Larry looked at him confused.

When the limo arrived at the last house, Chris and Jeannie's, they all climbed out since Charles was going to take their pictures. Chris answered the door looking splendid, yet uncomfortable in his tux, but every eye turned to Jeannie in her emerald green, slinky dress hugging her perfect curves. None had ever seen her in a dress and it was Ashley how spoke up first in her perfect drawl, "Why sweetie, I do declare, you look absolutely radiant. Where on earth are you hiding your weapons?"

"God, I do feel naked without my gun, but this dress leaves nothing to the imagination." She muttered, looking down at her six-pack abs defined, and the tight material stretched across her ass. "I can barely take a full stride in this thing. I'm going to track down and kill whoever invented prom dresses."

Chris grinned, "She's been like this ever since she came back this afternoon. What was the last place you went to? She wouldn't say but did say she was going to track down some girl named Kristie."

Ashley, Sue, Elaine and Stacy all grinned remembering the angry threats directed at poor Kristy when she ripped the wax off Jeannie's twat. "Kristy will be fine. In fact she is probably over it with the large tip we felt it necessary to give her." Stacy said. "Ok, let's get our pictures."

The five couples lined up in front of the fireplace as Charles took a few group shots followed by the five couples individually. He actually regretted going to Drew's to play poker and wished he could have stayed home with any one of these beautiful women, especially Sue. "Fuck me, she is going to get a lot of high school boys hard tonight." He looked at her breasts bulging out wondering if her nipples could possibly stay covered. Then he looked at Elaine, in her bright red dress that accentuated her glorious ass, bouncing eagerly around looking like a teenager. Jeannie needs to wear her dress for him another time since he'd never seen her look so hot, so sexy, so female. Stacy was stunning in her indigo blue dress, cupping her nice tits while hugging her super narrow waist. "Crap, if I'm Jeff, I'm doing that...if I haven't already. She should be in Playboy." He thought wistfully. Looking at Ashley, his cock really pulsed. She did look like Miss South Carolina, and with her drawl, she was a vision of ripe, virginal southern womanhood just waiting to be plucked...fucked. Her turquois dress did nothing to hide all her assets as she moved, and boy could she move. He realized none of the women were wearing bras or panties as none of the dresses showed any lines. "Quickest game of strip poker ever." He thought with a smile.

He finished by taking pictures of the five boys lined up, all grinning and then the five women, arms around each other...tits pressed against each other. "This is a keeper." He thought.

As they all piled into the limo, the driver asked if they'd like him to drive around a while, or go straight to the club. After a little discussion it was decided that they have a drink or two first and told him to drive around.

"Ok, do we have our cover stories down?" Stacy asked everyone, "I mean it would really suck if all of a sudden people found out we were lying. You boys better not call us mom."

"We got it, Sue is my hot next door neighbor who's been having me clean the pool; Jeannie met Chris at the club and is training him for a triathlon; Elaine is his dad's brother's wife who is close to Larry; Stacy works for Jeff's dad as a paralegal or a paramedic...whatever. And Ashley is the mysterious friend of the family from Charleston who is visiting. We'll be fine. Actually, Sue has me clean the pool in a thong, but who really needs to know about that?" Mark laughed.

Chris threw a peanut at Mark, "Christ, why'd you have to say that. Now I'll never get that image out of my head."

Bill raised his beer, "A toast. To being with people I love, people I trust, people I need in my life and to people I hope will always be near me."

"Hear, hear." They all drank and then each gave their own. By the time they arrived at the club, they had each toasted enough, and all felt terrific.

As they unloaded, all the couples outside turned and looked. Many, who knew the boys, were amazed they had dates at all, let alone hot women on their arms. They nodded at the boys as they paraded into the ballroom looking around. Seeing a free table in the back, the girls put their clutches and wraps down and looked around.

There was a band playing good rock and roll; large trees with lights; tables piled with food and drinks. There were decorations everywhere and the room, though a huge rectangle, was broken up into sections allowing for quiet talks and privacy if need be.

Elaine grabbed Larry and pulled him out onto the dance floor and immediately started gyrating around. The others watched as Larry, stiffly tried to keep up, moving to the music. Finally, he seemed to relax and danced a little more fluidly.

As Stacy and Jeff headed out, Stacy whispered to her son, "Which one is Shayla?"

Jeff looked around, and nodded towards the table near the front, "Pink dress on the right side."

Stacy looked at the young girl with golden blonde hair in the beautiful pink dress chatting with a tall blond-haired boy. "Who is she with?"

"That's Stan. He's the star of the basketball tea, all state. Going to Duke next year." Jeff said bitterly.

As they got to the dance floor, the fast song ended and the band announced it was time for some slow music. Stacy pulled herself closer to her son when he put out his arms, and soon their bodies were pressed together, swaying to the romantic songs. Stacy looked over and saw the other four couples all holding each other close.

As the third slow song started, Mark felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Craig, the starting QB, asking to cut in. Hesitating, he finally nodded and let him take over. Sitting down, he saw his four friends all walking off the dance floor. "Crap, I guess we can be replaced." He said bitterly. "It looks like our dates are in demand." He said looking at the women being held closely by their classmates. He groaned when he saw Craig's hand slide down and grab Sue's ass and she didn't stop him. He looked away and noticed a few girls staring daggers at their boyfriends dancing with the hot women.

One of the girls, Marlene, the head cheerleader, came over and walked up to Chris. "You need to ask me to dance." She said angrily.

"Um, sure, Marlene, would you like to dance?" Chris said standing up. Taking her arm, he led her onto the dance floor.

Marlene reached up and put her arms around Chris's neck, pressing her body against his, "So, who's your date? I know she doesn't go here."

Chris laughed, "No, no she doesn't. She's my trainer and I've been working out with her for a while and since there are a lot more boys than girls in our class..."

"Why didn't you ask out a junior girl? There are a lot of girls who would have gone with you." She said, "But I'll bet they can't do what your girlfriend can...you know, after prom." Marlene chuckled while gently thrusting her hips against Chris's groin. "Yeah, I get it." She continued to sway with the music looking over at her date, Dan running his hands all over Jeannie. "You can stroke me while we dance, you don't have to keep your hands in the middle of my back." She sighed.

Chris began feeling her back and sides and as she pushed her crotch against him as he strayed down onto her ass, he kept going. He marveled at cupping the head cheerleader's tight ass and feeling her grind against him. When his hand moved up her side, she pulled away allowing him to feel the side on her breast.

"Ahhh, that feels nice,' She moaned, "your hands are so strong."

As his hand moved over her breast, he felt a powerful tug on his shoulder. "Can I cut in and dance with my girlfriend?" Dan asked, accentuating 'girlfriend.'

"Sure, sorry, Dan. I was just dancing with her...you know." Chris said apologetically. Looking over, he saw his mom being approached by another boy and he jumped in, "Say, Jeannie. Want to get something to drink, perhaps some food?"

Nodding and taking his arm, she leaned into Chris. "Thanks, Chris. I thought those boys would never quit taking turns humping me. You sure go to a really horny school." She said grinning. "Plus, I think Dan is pissed at you. Were you really grabbing her tit?"

"Yeah, she sort of wanted me too. I really do not want Dan pissed at me." Chris said ruefully.

"Why? You can take him." Jeannie said reassuringly.

"Maybe, but he always has his friends with him. Never mind, let's just have fun." Chris said.

When the song ended, another boy wanted to cut in and dance with Stacy, but she apologized and seeing Jeff dancing with a writhing, gorgeous black girl headed back to the table. "God, I'd forgotten how hard boys get dancing. And hands, such curious hands...all over." She thought smiling. Sitting down with a sigh feeling the weight unloading from her heels, she poured a glass of cold water from the pitcher and took a long draught.

"Um, excuse me, can we sit down?" A girl asked pointing to the chairs around the table.

Looking up, Stacy saw Shayla and six other girls all standing there. "Sure, make yourself comfortable. God! I hate wearing heels. What sadist invented these things?" She asked as the girls sat down.

The girls all introduced themselves and poured glasses of water. "I know," the cute brunette named Celeste, said. "They sure make it look easy on Dancing With the Stars." Celeste looked at Stacy and said, "Can I ask you a question? I mean, maybe a couple of questions?"

"You can ask whatever you like, though I can't promise I'll answer." Stacy said smiling.

"You're like...I mean you're not our age. I don't mean you're old or anything, but you're with Jeff, right?" Celeste stammered.

"You're wondering why I am going to prom with a boy 10 years younger than I am? He's nice. I like him." Stacy said.

"I know, but why...I mean, you're fucking gorgeous and he is, well..."

"Cute, I know he is." She said looking at the boy trying to fast dance with a girl who had to be made out of rubber, looking at her moves.

Shayla piped up, "But you could be with any guy, any guy you wanted. I'm sure Jeff's nice, but he's not a stud or anything and you are way out of his league."

"Ok, you're not going to let this go, are you?" Tracy sighed, "I work for Jeff's dad's firm as a paralegal..."

"I get it, his asked you to go to prom with Jeff as a favor..." Shayla interrupted.

"What? No, hell no. Actually, I was really excited when he asked me. Look, I met Jeff months ago when the firm moved to a new building. Jeff helped out...you know, all the boxes, file cabinets, books...Christ, that was a mess. Anyhow, they put Jeff and me in the archives to file thousands of files and organize the entire room. It was the worst job there. In the basement with hundreds of boxes. It took us all weekend. Things sort of happened. I guess if I go on, you might think I'm kind of a slut." Tracy said looking at the rapt girls.

"No, go on. We want to hear this. What happened?" Celeste asked.

"Alright, it was late, we'd been working for 12 hours and when one of the partners came down and told us we could quit, Jeff said he was fine and wanted to get through the boxes we were working on. I told him I'd stay with Jeff and the partner just shrugged his shoulders and left. Anyhow, this was really boring work and I was thinking of my boyfriend and how usually on Saturday night we...well, we do fun things together...clothing optional things." Stacy laughed. "I was feeling horny and I looked at this cute, skinny kid and asked him if he was a virgin, you know, to make conversation." Stacy said, blushing, "When he told me he was, I asked if I could help with that."

"You did? Really? You just asked Jeff if he would do you?" Celeste asked eagerly.

"I told you you'd think less of me. It was really boring work and usually at this time, I'm under my boyfriend, so I needed a break. Anyhow, his jaw dropped and stammered something, so I made the first move. I walked over and kissed him. God, he's a good kisser. I had to move his hand onto my breast, but he picked it up really fast. He took over from there and took all my clothes of and then his and started kissing down to my breasts and soon had me on the table and his tongue inside me." Stacy was really blushing telling this, and the girls were all leaning forward.

"Hey, there you are. Did you want anything to drink, or eat?" a boy said coming over to the table with three other boys.

Celeste turned and said, "Not now, we're talking to our friend here. Why don't you go and get something for yourselves and we'll find you." After the boys left, she turned back to Stacy, "So, he ate your pussy? Really? Was he any good?"

"God, this is so embarrassing. I never thought I'd be so graphic, telling strangers this stuff." She said blushing more. "Yes, he brought me off in minutes. God, I really needed that." She sighed. "I had to push his face from between my legs as he wanted to bring me off again. That was a first. I climbed off the table and knelt down and wow! His cock is perfect." Closing her eyes, she was imagining Jeff's cock in her hand, "I mean, you have to see it. I had to have it in me, so I didn't suck on it long, and I got back up on the table. You get the idea." She tailed off.

"No, what do you mean it was perfect?" another girl asked, "Isn't it bent or something?"

Stacy looked around at the girls, "So you heard about his cock? He said he was a virgin. Ok, yes, it's perfectly curved. It is amazing. Do you girls know what the G-spot is? No? Christ, don't they teach anything in sex education? Ok, the G-spot is a very sensitive place just inside the vagina and if rubbed, can make normal orgasms seem like a sneeze. Jeff has the perfect cock. It curves up..." Stacy closed her eyes thinking back and absent mindedly started rubbing her nipple through the thin fabric. Realizing she was doing that, she jerked her hand down and looked around. "Where is he? I might need a break in the limo."

"Go on, tell us the rest, this is getting really good." Celeste begged.

"Ok, well he looked so eager between my legs. I really hoped he would last, but then again he had brought me off with that skilled tongue of his, so it didn't matter if I came again. I had to help him line his cock up, but when he pushed it in I almost screamed the pleasure was so intense. I had to stop him at first since the pressure against that spot sent jolts of electricity up my whole body. He really needed to fuck me though, so I gritted my teeth and let him have me. God! He was incredible, but..." Stacy hesitated.

Shayla interrupted, "He came immediately, didn't he? That must have sucked. High school boys can't have the stamina your boyfriend must have."

"No. No, God. I wish he had. I came within a couple of minutes, came really hard. Then he kept fucking me and I came again and again, that young hard cock driving my G-spot wild." Stacy said softly, her eyes closed, again reaching up and playing with her nipple. "He fucked me so well, I must have passed out after I came a fourth time. He woke me up. Looking concerned and tried to help me up. His cock was still hard, so I asked if he came. I couldn't believe it, he has his cock inside a nice pussy and pulled out since I'd passed out. I cannot tell you how many guys would have not only cum inside me, but been on the phone inviting their friends over. When he told me he hadn't cum, I got off and had him take me from behind so that weapon of his wouldn't over stimulate me. God damn, he is good, I came again before he came, but I'll never forget the groans of relief from him when he emptied his balls inside me." Stacy sighed. "No, I'm not out of his league, he might be in a league of his own, but whatever league that is..." Stacy looked around at the girls, "I guess I'm not the only one who's going to jump my date as soon as I can...am I a slut or what?"

Celeste fanned herself, "Thanks, I for one don't think you're a slut, if fact, I'm really jealous. He sounds great. Um, would you..."

"Would I mind if you asked him out?" Stacy smiled, "Hell, no. We're not dating or anything. I hadn't talked to him since we did all that filing and was surprised he called. But, I hope he calls me for other things. You said, a couple of questions. What was the other one?"

"Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. Bill's date. You came with them, didn't you?" Celeste asked.

"Yes, Ashley. What about her? She's older than Bill also."

"Yeah, I know, but..." Celeste held out her iPhone. "Is this her?"

Stacy took the phone and saw the video of Miss South Carolina. Laughing, she handed it back. "No, of course not. It is just a coincidence; plus, do you really think Miss South Carolina would want people to know who she is? She'd most likely wear some sort of disguise."