Milf gets drunk and bred at son’s graduation party

A lot’s happened in the last fourteen months. Last year, in June, my son graduated from high school. Jake was accepted to a good college and better yet he was awarded a full scholarship. Holly and I wanted to show how proud we were of his hard work so we threw a big house party. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose I should have limited the number of guests. The day of the party, it appeared that everyone in his graduating class was in my house or in my backyard. Two days ago I received my signed divorce papers in the mail.

From the onset, I was stationed at the grill. Occasionally I got as far as the drink table and, thank God, the bathroom but mostly I was surrounded by eighteen year olds swilling down sodas and eating burgers and franks like they hadn’t eaten since Junior High. We limited the drink selection to cans. My thought was that with no punch bowl there was no punch to spike. That was a tactic that seemed to work very well. For most of the early evening all I saw were cans of soda, tea and juice.

I shut down the grill at eight thirty. By nine o’clock I was lighting the torches around the perimeter of the yard. Jake started up the music. We live in a neighborhood where the yards are big and normally very quiet, I’d already alerted the neighbors to the potential for loud music and that’s exactly what it was, loud with a thick hard driving beat.

At first, no one ventured out to dance. Then Holly started it all. She made her way into the yard pulling a reluctant young man out of the crowd. I had seen her occasionally all evening but she looked different now. I remember the skirt and top being bigger and looking more proper on her when I first saw her dressing that afternoon. As she pulled her reluctant dance partner behind her, she looked downright hot. The skirt was short and form fitting. The top was tight and two buttons too many were left unfastened, revealing plenty of cleavage. She had black sandals with four inch heels that completed her ensemble. All in all, she was displaying plenty of her perfectly shaped legs and wonderful breasts. She flitted in and around the groups of graduates like a bee in a garden. In the yard with the dance music throbbing, the guy she had dragged into the middle of the yard lost his inhibitions and danced with Holly. He danced with my wife like she was one of the graduates. He freely grabbed her waist twirled her and pulled her in close for a quick dip. They circled around each other while keeping constant bodily contact. There was a collective gasp from my side of the crowd. I looked up from the sound equipment just as Holly was playfully pushing her young partner away from her. A girl in front of me whispered to her portly friend, “Did you see that? He totally just dry humped her.” Just as I was going to say something the yard was inundated with dancing high school graduates. I lost sight of Holly.

The morning of the party I planted a tall PVC pole in the center of the yard. On top of it a put a pulley, a pan and several flashlights. By pulling a cord I could position the pan up or down along the pole and spin it. A remote control on the lights let me turn them on or off. After the first song, only a few minutes after Holly’s exhibition, I announced “Here’s how it works folks, I have no control over the lights. They’re going to spin and when they stop, its your spotlight. Use it to do whatever you want. Keep it real but keep it PG!” I then turned on the lights and spun the pan. The light stopped on a couple of girls. They looked around then broke out into some fast moves that looked more like a zumba routine than dance steps. Applause and wolf whistles filled the air as the song came to an end.