27 comments/ 219011 views/ 110 favorites The Halloween Prank By: spankymcf 1. "Hey look! If it isn't Tommy-boy!" I cringed as soon as I heard Chad and the other guys laughing. This was the last thing I wanted here at the mall. Especially while I was standing outside of the Forever 21 store and trying to look as if I wasn't. Chad, Mark, Nick, and Steve walked up to me. I suppose I could say they were my friends. Truth was they were the only guys at my school who ever said anything to me, even if most of the time it was just to goof on me. Since I was new to the neighborhood, these guys were the closest thing to friends I could claim I had. As they approached, I tried to lean casually against the second-floor railing and look down at the shoppers below -- anything to distract their attention from the brightly lit Forever 21 store. "Oh, hey, what's up, you guys?" Chad, Nick, Dave and Steve gathered around me. Even though we went to the same school and we were all recently 18, I still felt smaller and less experienced as they came across. These guys were known at school for being devious rule-breakers and rumors of their exploits at keg parties made them the coolest kids in school. Chad put his muscular arm around my shoulders in a way that wasn't exactly friendly. "Hey, Tommy-boy," he said. "What're you doing at the mall? I thought all geeks stayed at home and studied." The other guys laughed at this. So did I. "Uh, you know...just hanging," I replied, trying to look cool. I kept looking away from the Forever 21 store and down over the railing to the shoppers passing by on the first floor of the mall, hoping to keep their attention that way. So far it was working. "Yeah?" Nick laughed. "Do you wanna hang for real?" "Huh?" I asked, not really getting what Nick meant. Dave grinned at me. "He asked you, Tommy-boy, if you really wanted to hang. With us." They kept laughing. I know I sound like a dork for not really knowing what they meant, but I said. "Yeah." Chad, Nick, Dave, and Steve crowded closer around me. The smiles dropped from their faces. I started to feel nervous. Chad still had his heavy arm around my shoulders. "How about we start with hanging you off this railing?" That's when I realized they were about to hang me over the side of the mall railing and dangle me over the first floor! I heard myself gulp and that just made them all laugh more. They were all standing so close around me that I had nowhere to go. Nick and Dave grabbed my arms. Steve knelt down and grabbed both my ankles. "Tommy?" A voice called out. " Help me with some of these." The guys turned to see who had just called my name. I didn't have to look over to know who it was, but I did anyway. My mom definitely stands out from other parents. I think she might be 44 or 45 , but she never tells anyone her age. After she and my dad got divorced last year, she went and got herself a "makeover." She made her hair blonder and I'm pretty sure got Botox in her face to make herself look younger. She definitely got something that made her lips look as if she was always pouting. She even got a boob job. (I saw one of her bras in the laundry room and the tag inside said 36C). That's when my mom started dressing all trendy and pretty much the same way girls at my school do: kind of short skirts or low-rise jeans and pants with tight t-shirts and tops that were either really tight or low-cut or both. Today was no exception. My mom had on a tight white long sleeved turtleneck top -- the outline of her white satin pushup bra underneath was pretty obvious. Her short little beige suede skirt swished around her long tan legs. The almost-to-the knee black boots she had on CLACK-CLACK-CLACKED loudly as she walked. Her blonde highlighted hair was down just past her shoulders. She was reaching for her cell phone from her purse hanging off her shoulder while holding out a few bags in her other hand while not even looking over at me. "Tommy," she repeated. "Help me with these, sweetie." Chad, Nick, Dave, and Steve were stunned at the sight of her. They had never seen my mom before. That gave me the chance to quickly slip away from them and -- as much as I didn't want to admit it -- feel relieved to have my mom standing there. I hurried over to my mom and gratefully grabbed the Forever 21 bags from her. "Hey, Tommy-boy!" Chad called. I looked over and he grinned at me. "See you around." 2. "Hey, Tommy-boy! Wanna hang Halloween night?" I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how Chad or those guys got the number to my house, but there I was standing in the kitchen and holding the phone to my ear while Chad was asking me if I wanted to hang out on Halloween. "Uh..." was all I could think of to say. Then I quickly added. "Yeah!" "Awesome," Chad replied. "Me and the guys will be by your house tomorrow night." Just then I heard the front door open and the CLAK-CLAK-CLAK of heels across the foyer's hardwood floor which meant that my mom was home. I hung the phone up and walked through the kitchen to the front door. My mom was standing in the large foyer. She placed her purse and keys on the high table in front of the large mirror that took up one side of the foyer wall. Another same sized mirror on the other wall showed the reverse angle of my mom. Her hair was up in a high twist. She had on a thin tight pink tank top with a same style white one underneath that stretched over her boobs. The tight white lowrise yoga stretch pants she wore clung to her hips and legs while showing off her tan midriff and the curves of her firm butt. I couldn't help notice that the gym sneakers she had on had a bit off a heel to them. My mom was holding what looked like a long black dress in one of those plastic garment bags. In her other hand she had a few bags from stores from the mall. One bag stood out from the others. It was pink - the words "Victoria's Secrets"- stood out among the rest. I know this is weird to say but I found myself staring at my mom as she went up the stairs to her room. Her boobs were slightly bouncing in the thin double tank tops she wore. The white yoga stretch pants she had on showed off her curves and even from where I was standing at the bottom of the stairs I could sort of see the outline of the white thong she had on through the rear of her yoga pants. And then she was gone into her room and shutting the door behind her. 3. It was Halloween night. The sun had just gone down. Little kids in their costumes, most of them accompanied by a parent or two with a flashlight, were beginning to go door to door down the dark block. The house I live in is in a sort of ritzy part of the neighborhood where the homes sit far back on big green lawns surrounded by hedges or fences or sometimes both. Because there are no streetlights on my block, it was pretty dark. The lights of the homes decorated for Halloween definitely gave the block a spooky look. I was pacing in front of the front door in our foyer. I had on my costume: I was a cowboy. Which really just meant I had on a plaid shirt and jeans and boots and a cowboy hat. Around my waist I had a cheap holster and cap pistol I got from a store. It was pretty lame as far as costumes go, I guess. "Mom, I'm going out now," I called out. "Tommy, stay right there," I heard my mom shout from behind her closed bedroom door. Before I could leave, her door opened and she came hurrying down the hallway from her bedroom. She had on her long white silk robe that was tied closed with a white sash. Her hair was up in a fluffy white towel. In one hand she had a martini glass that was half full. "Sweetie, Mommy isn't ready yet," she said to me while leaning closer. The neckline of her robe opened a little so that I could see the tops of her boobs. "I still have to get into my costume for the party I'm going to. You need to give out candy to anyone who comes to the door until I'm finished." "Aw, Mom," I frowned. "The guys are waiting for me!" "I don't care who is waiting," my mom snipped. "Until I'm good and ready with my costume, you are staying right here." I was about to complain, but my mom just turned right around and marched right back down the hallway and shut her bedroom door. That was that. Just then the doorbell rang. "Get the door, sweetie!" My mom shouted from behind her bedroom door. 4. "Trick or treat!" Another group of kids were standing on the porch that led to the foyer. I tried to keep a happy face on while I handed out candy to the kids from a plastic pumpkin I held. Once they all got their candy, the kids were turning and running down the walkway to where one of their parents were waiting to escort them down the block. I shut the front door and put the plastic pumpkin on the table in the foyer. I could see by the clock on the wall it was already past nine. "Mom!" I called out. "Aren't you ready yet?" "I will be ready when I am ready, young man!" my mom's response came from her bedroom. "And do not yell in the house!" I gritted my teeth, cursing under my breath even though I'm sure my mom wouldn't hear me from all the way in her bedroom. I was already late to meet the rest of the guys. I was practically missing all of Halloween and my mom still wasn't ready yet! As usual things always had to be about her first. I was just getting so sick of it. Just then I heard the door to my mom's bedroom open followed by the clacking of her heels as she walked into the living room and I saw her in costume. She had on a really long tight black dress that clung to her figure so tightly that she could only take tiny steps across the room. The top of the dress was just off her shoulders and low cut enough to show the top of her cleavage. And from the way I could see her boobs moving as she walked, I was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing a bra. The lower half of the black dress hugged her hips and all the way down her long legs and all the way to the floor where it trailed behind her a few feet. There was a slit up one side that went halfway up her thigh to reveal her legs in black nylons and the strappy black platform heels she had on. My mom had done her hair in big blonde tousled ringlets that went down to her bare shoulders. Her makeup was very dramatic: smoky black mascara around her eyes, her cheeks a deep dark color, and a glossy purple accentuating her lips even fuller. She had her martini glass, now empty, in one hand. "Uh..." I was trying to figure out what to say as I watched her crossing through the living room. "What are you supposed to be, Mom?" My mom stopped and looked at me. She put her free hand on her hip, posing for me. "I'm a witch, silly. Can't you tell?" She leaned over to pick up something on the couch. As she did, I couldn't help but get a glimpse at her cleavage as the top of the black dress slid a bit more down her shoulders. My mom straightened up, now holding a big floppy witch hat in her hand. I turned to the front door to leave. "Ok, I gotta go!" "Not yet, young man," my mom replied. She began crossing through the living room and toward the kitchen with her empty martini glass. "Mommy still isn't ready yet. I have to call someone." "Aw, Mom!" I pleaded. "Are you kidding? I've been waiting for, like, two hours." "Oh, it hasn't been that long," my mom "tsked" at me even though I was right. "I'm gonna miss Halloween," I complained. "Sweetie, stop being so dramatic," my mom didn't even glance over at me as she continued to make her way across the living room in the tiny steps her long black dress would allow. "You'll get to have all the fun you want soon enough." And without a look back at me, she went into the kitchen. 5. "If there's a costume contest, I just may win first prize." My mom was in the kitchen. She was pacing, her steps echoing into the living room where I was sitting and watching as she passed back and forth in the doorway. She was sipping from her second martini and chatting on her cell phone to a friend of hers. As usual, she was talking about her favorite subject: herself. "I spent twice as much time on the StairMaster this week knowing I was going to have to fit into this costume," my mom was saying. I watched as she paused to sip from her martini and look at herself in the mirror above the dining room table. "Are there going to be any single men at this party?" My mom asked as she checked her make-up in the mirror's reflection. "Honestly, it can be so boring having married men trying to flirt with me all of the time." My mom sounded a bit tipsy as she giggled and had another sip of her martini. I rolled my eyes. It never surprised me how much my mom liked to talk about herself. It was obvious from her long slinky black witch dress that she intended to be hit of the party. Just then, the doorbell rang. My mom was too busy chatting on the phone to hear it so I quickly got up to answer the door. There were four Ninjas standing on the front porch. As soon as I opened the door, they made combat stances and I couldn't help flinching. That caused them all to laugh and when they pulled down the dark material from their faces, I realized it was Chad, Nick, Dave, and Steve. "Scare you, Tommy-boy?" Nick asked. "Did you piss yourself?" Dave laughed. "Probably shit himself, too," Steve added with a cackle. "Ease up, guys," Chad told them, then looked to me. "What's with the cowboy costume? I told you we were all going as Ninjas." I nodded and picked up the pillow sack next to the front door. "I know. I have it right here," I explained. "I didn't want my mom to see me wearing it and think I was going out pranking. I was going to change into it after I left." That just made the guys laugh more, but Chad waved them off. He grinned at me. "Where is your mom anyway?" As if on cue, I heard my mom's heels CLONKING down the hallway and her calling out in a slightly tipsy-sounding voice: "Do we have some ghosts or goblins at the door?" I saw the guys quickly lift their Ninja masks back up to cover their faces and hold out their pillow sacks while innocently saying, "Trick or treat!" My mom walked into the foyer, taking the tiny steps her long tight black witch's dress allowed her and caused her curvy figure to shimmy-shake. She put down her martini glass and grabbed the plastic pumpkin bowl off the foyer table and turned to the guys on the porch. "Oh," my mom playfully overacted at being surprised. "What do we have here?" "Ninjas!" I heard Chad's muffled voice behind the black material covering the lower half of his face. "How scary you all look," my mom replied while leaning forward to hold the plastic pumpkin in one hand and use her other to drop candy into the pillow sacks the guys were holding. They lowered the sacks to cause my mom to lean forward even more and somewhat waver in the strappy black heels she had on. She seemed to have no clue she was giving the guys a tantalizing look at how her witch's dress boosted her cleavage at them. From the looks in the eyes revealed by their Ninja masks, it was obvious that Chad, Nick, Dave, and Steve were enjoying the view they were getting. And then someone said, "Nice pumpkins!" I saw a frown form on the playful pout my mom was giving them. She straightened up and took a step back, pulling the plastic pumpkin back. She haughtily scolded them, "How rude!" My mom shut the door on their laughter and banged the plastic pumpkin down on the foyer table. I watched her figure as she walked back down the hallway in an obvious huff. "Going now, mom!" I called after her. "Whatever!" She snipped at me without a glance back as she went to the kitchen. I grabbed my pillow case with my own homemade Ninja costume inside and left. 6. Nick, Dave, and Steve goofed on me most of the night about how "lame" my homemade Ninja costume was, but Chad told them to chill out and that at least I'd tried. I thought it was pretty cool he said that because for the rest of the night the other guys eased off me and I got to run around with them doing pranks in the neighborhood. We egged cars and tee-peed houses and even lit a bag of dog poop on Old Man Mervin's doorstep and watched him step on it to put it out. I was having such an awesome time that by the end of the evening I didn't even realize we were back on my block when Chad said, "One last prank for the night." And that's when I saw that we were standing in the street right in front of my house. The guys all started up the front lawn to my house while I hung back at the curb, not really sure what they were up to. I could see the lights were on in the house and my mom's car in the driveway. Occasionally I saw her silhouette pass in front of the curtains in the living room window. I started to follow the guys up to the house to see what they were up to. I couldn't tell who was who but I saw two Ninjas move to the front of the house where the garden hose was. While one stayed by the handle, the other pulled the hose to where the other two were standing on the front porch. I realized what they were up to and started hurrying up my front lawn to tell them to stop but then I saw one of the Ninjas on the front porch ring the doorbell just as I got behind them. I stopped, too nervous to even do anything. The front door opened and my mom -- still in her clingy witch costume -- was standing in the foyer, Before she had a chance to say anything, the Ninja by the side of the house was twisting the handle and a spray of water shot out of the hose the others had pointed right at my mom. I heard her shriek with surprise as she was caught off guard and blasted by the water, causing the witch hat flew off her head. The guys on the porch aimed the hose up and down her body, completely soaking her as she stood there uselessly waving her hands to stop the water that was spraying her. The guys began laughing hysterically as they continued to douse her until one of them gave the signal to the Ninja by the handle to shut it off. My mom stood still in the open doorway to the foyer, a puddle of water around her. Her hair had managed to stay dry and she was trying to wipe the water from her eyes but was only succeeding at smearing her dark mascara. The force of the blast of the water had caused the front of her dress to slide a bit further down her bare shoulders, making her full cleavage even more on display. The long black clingy material of the dress was now wet and stuck to her skin, practically see-through under the lights of the foyer where she stood. We all could easily see she wasn't wearing a bra from the obvious way the soaked dress clung to her curves. The outline of the tiny black thong and dark thigh highs she had on clearly showed through the clingy wet material. By this time, all the guys were standing on the porch laughing at my mom as she was still wiping at her eyes. At last my mom finally lowered her hands from her face. Her dark mascara was now smudged around her eyes like a raccoon. She looked down and gasped loudly when she saw the state of her witch's dress and how see-through it was under the foyer lights. She looked back up at the guys laughing at her. "You little brats," she shrieked. I thought she was going to slam the front, but instead my mom started to take the tiny steps she could in the tight dress to chase the guys off the porch. They all turned and ran from her, except one that I noticed -- and she didn't -- that stepped to the side of the front door and let her wobble past in pursuit of the other three. I watched as that Ninja by the front door waited until my mom had stepped onto the porch and then he shut the front door on the end of her witch dress dragging behind her. My mom was so determined to chase the guys that she didn't even hear the front door close on the end of her dress. She was halfway onto the porch when the long clingy wet black dress pulled against her body. Instantly the front of the dress slipped down causing her bare boobs to pop out. At the same time, the material of her dress tore along slit up the side and ripped all the way up to her hip, exposing the tops of her dark thigh highs and the front of her tiny black thong. The Halloween Prank My wife Linda and I have known each other most of our lives. We grew up in the same small town living less than a quarter of a mile from each other. We went to the same schools together starting with kindergarten. In most stories of this type I would be telling you how she humiliated me at the Prom or how I saved her chastity at a wild party. Unfortunately for this story none of that stuff ever happened to us. Linda and I were never friends in High School, but then again we were never enemies either. That doesn't mean I never noticed Linda. She was always the best looking girl in the school and everybody noticed that. She never turned me down for a date, but I never asked. I would have if I thought I had a chance, but Linda was a cheerleader and dated the jocks. I was on the track team and worked stage crew for the Drama Club. Our High School graduating class was just under one hundred students, not a very large school so we all knew each other pretty well after 13 years. My name is Matt Dodson, just an average guy about six feet tall. Brown hair, brown eyes, like I said, average. I have a sister Betty that is a couple of years older than I am and we both work in the hardware store that my father owns in town. I dated a few girls in High School but I was still a virgin when I went off to college. I was accepted to a State College 100 miles from home. I planned on a being a business major so I could run the family store. A had my own car when I headed off to school and dorm life. There were a few of my old classmates at college and one of them was Linda. I was having lunch in the campus center about two weeks into my first semester when Linda sat down at my table. "Hi Matt, how are things going?" "Pretty good Linda, how are you doing?" I was wondering why she was talking to me. Remember I told you we never had been friends. "Not bad...not bad...I do have one problem I was hoping you could help me with." I waited. "I understand you have a car and I was hoping I could catch a ride with you back home sometimes." Linda was a little nervous asking me for the favor. "I can help you with gas money!" She quickly added. "Gas is no problem Linda. I won't cost me any extra to have a passenger. I plan on going home most weekends so I can help out at the hardware store." "That's great Matt, but I insist on helping with gas money. It's the least I can do!" We made arraignments to get together after our last class on Friday. A couple of hours with a beautiful girl in my car was not too hard to take. We probably talked more in that ride than we had in all the years I had known her. After that day we made the ride home together pretty much every week. Home Friday afternoon and then back to school late Sunday. After a few weeks Linda asked if we could go back early Monday mornings instead of Sunday. "We can give it a try if you want to do the driving. I'm no good early in the morning. Linda readily agreed. On Monday mornings I would drive to her house early and move around to the passenger seat, lay it way back and try to nap. I even brought a pillow. We would stop for coffee near school so I could join the world again. It was early November when I took a chance and asked Linda to go to a Drama Club play with me. I had worked making the sets but was not on that productions crew. Freshmen get last choice. Linda said "Yes, great!" And I started breathing again. The play went well so I asked her to a basketball game on campus and things went pretty well again. No kiss at the end of the night however. And no, I didn't even try. We were driving back to school the Monday after Thanksgiving when it happened. I was lying on my side watching her drive. She looked great! Her blond hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing the deep red lipstick that suits her so well. Not many girls used those strong lipstick colors but on Linda they looked good. Kind of 1950's retro if you know what I mean. Mostly I was watching her breasts. Like most guys I just loved that part of a woman. Hers were nice and large, but not too large. Perfect! "I like you" I said. It took me about half a second to realize I had said it out loud. Shit, what if I get shot down! I held my breath and waited. "I like you too Matt." She said with a smile. Wow! I took a chance and went for it. "In that case would you go out on a date with me?" "We have been on two dates Matt, the play and the game." She was having a little fun with me. "I mean a real date Linda. The kind where we kiss at the end." "Yes Matt, we can go on a 'kiss at the end' date." We went on that date and we did kiss at the end. We kissed a LOT at the end! I was in heaven. By Christmas we were going steady and I finally got layed that next Valentine's Day. Flowers DO work! It was not Linda's first time, I imagine some football player got there before me, but what can you do. Things were going fantastic until one Saturday in May when I went to the mall in the next town with my sister. Betty was living with her fiancé and the wedding was in a few weeks. Betty dragged me into Victoria's Secret to get some honeymoon wear. I got very embarrassed pretty quickly, she is my sister after all, TMI. So I waited near the front of the store. When we left the store Betty was laughing and teasing me and trying to get me to look in the bag. Suddenly Linda was in front of me "Bastard!" She said as she laid a two by four upside my head, knocking me to the ground. Betty swears it was only Linda's open hand that slapped my face, but I think she got it wrong somehow. Just after hitting the ground I received "Asshole!" as she kicked me in the nuts. Linda disappeared as quickly as she had appeared. Just like the witch in that Oz film. Betty thought it was all pretty funny until she saw me try and walk. "Was that your new girlfriend Linda?" She asked me. "Yes." I responded an octave higher than usual. I think they call it called falsetto. "Pretty girl, why didn't you introduce us?" Betty giggled. Very Funny! That day was my first experience with Linda's jealous temper. (Foreshadowing Alert!) It would not be my last. When I returned home from the mall I considered calling Linda and telling her Betty was my sister but I was pretty mad and in some pain so I decided to let her stew for a while. The next day I had calmed down a little and gave Linda a call. When she answered I said "Linda I need to explain what you saw yester..." "Don't ever call here again! I don't need you and I don't need your rides!" Then she slammed the phone down. I waited a few minutes then called back. Mrs. Carter answered the phone and she must have caller ID because she started right in on me. "Matt you need to stop calling Linda, it's over." "I'm sorry Mrs. Carter I will not call again. But please give Linda one last message. Tell her I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce her to my sister Betty yesterday." "Oh...Oh no!... your sister!" "Yes, my sister, Goodbye Mrs. Carter." I was still a little pissed so I hung up. I expected a call back but it never happened. Instead Linda was at the door shortly after the call. She was all apologies and wanted make up sex when we returned to the dorms. I told her no to the sex and held her off for several days claiming my balls hurt too much. It was bullshit but I was making a point. I invited Linda to the wedding as my guest. We had a good time. I especially enjoyed introducing Linda to my sister Betty. Over the next few years we were kind of on again, off again. We had broken up a couple of times over stupid stuff. But always found our way back together. After graduation Linda went off to Veterinary School for four years and I started working in the hardware store full time. I must have been one of those "absence makes the heart grow fonder" things because it was during this time we fell madly in love. By the time Linda became Doctor Linda Carter she was only a few weeks away from becoming Doctor Linda Dodson. We were married and I think Linda conceived on our honeymoon. We had a beautiful little girl followed in two years by a boy. My father wanted to retire early because of health problems and after I was full time for a couple of years he was able to do it. I started expanding our business rather aggressively putting on an addition and buying the Laundromat next door to the store. Linda and I bought a large house and built on an attached animal clinic. We were happy parents. We had sex three times a week, sometimes getting a little kinky. Things were going great and I couldn't have been happier. So naturally this is when it hit the fan. Our next door neighbors were a couple about our age with one child. Ann and Bob Weston became our fast friends almost overnight. We even vacationed together a few times. We competed with fireworks on the Fourth of July, with outdoor lighting at Christmas and with pranks on Halloween. We always had a huge party every Halloween and alternated houses each year. The pranking thing started out slow but over the years it grew. Bob has video of an oldie but goody he pulled on me a few years ago on Halloween. He gathered dog poop in a brown paper bag, placed it on our front walk, set it on fire and rang our doorbell. Linda was in on it so she had me answer the door. Like an idiot I fell hook, line and sinker. I stomped out the fire while Bob held the video camera pointed at me. Even today Bob wets himself laughing when he watches that video. He has in on YouTube. One year Bob went into our master bathroom when the party was ending and put clear plastic wrap over the toilet bowl, then put the seat down. Very Good Bob! One time when the party was in our home I snuck next door and changed all their clocks ahead by two hours. They didn't notice the difference that night so the next morning they got up, had breakfast and headed to work two hours early. Two years ago I had Linda arrested for animal cruelty. Okay, not really arrested, but Ann's brother is on the local police. He came to the house on Halloween during the party and put the cuffs on my wife telling her that a complaint had been filed on her and he had to take her in. Linda knew it was Ann's brother and she knew it was Halloween so it was not hard for her to figure out it was a prank. Ann, Bob and I were waiting outside to give her a good laugh, but when I saw the look on Linda's face I knew I was in trouble. She was not amused. So when Halloween rolled around the last year I figured I was in for it. No problem I thought, if I can dish it out, I have to be able to take it. The party was next door at the Weston house that year so we didn't have a lot of preparations. When I entered the house after work Linda was waiting with a Bloody Mary for us both. I drank mine noticing that Linda seemed agitated and pissed off. And she was not looking me in the eye. After a while I started to feel a little funny, warm and a little out of it. That is when I realized Linda had drugged me. I had the idea I could phone for help, but that would spoil whatever prank Linda had cooked up. Besides I can dish it out, so I can also take it. Couldn't I? After that things were a little foggy for a while. I remember Linda calling me a bastard and telling me to get up and walk and I remember her pulling off my pants but not much else. When I woke up I was laying naked on a cold metal table. My legs were up in the air being held by those stirrup kind of things you attach to a doctors exam table. I wondered why a vet would need those. When I tried to move I discovered I was handcuffed to either side of the table. I told you we were a little kinky. We have a toy box full of all kinds of interesting things. Linda and I had each worn these cuffs before. No big deal right? Just a prank. That is what I was trying to tell myself. Linda walked into the room and just looked at me. She didn't look to good. She was definitely looking angry but there was more to it than that. "I'm sorry Matt, but you made me do it you cheating bastard!" She said glaring at me. "Made you do what honey?" I tried to smile and keep it light. "I neutered you Matt. I removed your testicles." She said with more regret than anger. "You only have yourself to blame. But now I'm going to be in some pretty deep shit myself." She looked at the floor. I had to hand it to Linda this was a great prank! World class stuff. I wondered if there was a camera on me. I looked around for one as I sarcastically said "Oh my god... you cut my balls off... my own wife castrated me... we can never have another child!" Then I switched to a normal voice. "Great job Linda, congratulations, this is the best prank ever!" "It's no prank Matt. Right now I wish it were. I was so angry when I did it... Shit!" I could feel a pain in my nut sack but I knew what it was. Linda had placed one of the stainless steel clamp things on me. The handcuffs were there so I couldn't reach down and feel it or remove it. The clamp was to give me enough pain to scare the shit out of me, if I was gullible enough. "Nice try Linda but there is a huge hole in your prank. My loving wife would never cut my balls off on Halloween just for a prank! Other than that it is really a great idea for a prank!" "I didn't do it for a prank Matt. I found out about you and Ann you cheating asshole. If you had kept it in your pants you would still have your nuts. It's not as bad as you imagine however, we already have the kids." "What....what... what makes you think I was cheating with Ann!" I figured it was still a prank but I was no longer all that positive I was right. "Give it up Matt, Bob came over before you came home and showed me pictures of you and Ann in bed together. You both looked to be having one hell of a time." This could still be a prank I told myself. It was just a more involved prank. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. "Linda, pictures can be Photo Shopped. And you are telling me that Bob bought these pictures to you on HALLOWEEN and you didn't suspect a prank!" "Oh My God!" Linda screamed as she reached for the phone. "Get the hell over here right NOW! Bring Ann with you!" She yelled into the phone after it connected. Linda went out and quickly brought our neighbors into the clinic. Ann looked at me cuffed naked to the table and turned white. "What the hell is..." "Were those pictures faked?" Linda yelled at them. "Ya, sure... that was Ann and I with Matt's head pasted on. A pretty good job I think. Why is Matt cuffed to the table?" Bob was not yet up to speed on the situation. Linda was beside herself. "How fucking stupid can you get! You two made me cut Matt's nuts off!" This could still be a prank but only if it was a very very complicated prank involving all three of them. I then saw Ann look closely between my spread legs, she turned, then threw up all over the wall. I didn't think my cock was all that disturbing a sight so I was thinking my nuts really were gone. Ann might be a good actress but she could not projectile vomit on cue. Linda was talking into the phone again. "We need an ambulance at this address ASAP, a man has been castrated... It doesn't matter how, we need help right now." Linda ran out of the room while telling Bob to go outside and guide the paramedics to the clinic when they arrived. Ann went outside with Bob. Linda returned quickly with a bowl of ice and did something at the counter. I was trying to figure a way this was still a prank but was not coming up with much. Then again Linda could have faked the phone call. That hope died when I heard the siren approaching the house. Once again I was thinking "I can dish it out, and I can take it." What a bunch of bullshit! The paramedics entered the room and froze for a second when they saw me. "What do we have here? What's going on?" "He has been castrated." Linda volunteered in a strained voice. "His testicles are packed in ice in this bowl. Perhaps they can be surgically replaced." One of them quickly keyed his collar mike and requested police backup. A second later he asked them to hurry. He then said to Linda, "Why is he cuffed and where are the keys?" Linda produced the keys and quickly un-cuffed me. "I'm so sorry honey!" she sobbed to me. The police were coming through the door as they were taking me out. I turned to my wife and said "Linda, say... I want my lawyer before questioning!" She looked confused so I yelled, "Just say it!" "I want my lawyer before questioning." I looked at the cops and told them "You heard her!" At the hospital they had a surgeon that took a shot at putting one of my nuts back but it didn't take. The urologist had a long talk with me and actually the news was pretty good. "We were unable to restore the testicle but we were able to aspirate sperm from the epididymis of your testicle. The sperm has been frozen so you can father children in the future if you wish. That would require artificial insemination however." Not a problem, I had two children. But it was nice to hear. "And contrary to what most people seem to think your seminal fluid, or semen, is manufactured near your prostate not in your testicles. So you will be able to ejaculate normally. And the best news is that we can replace the testosterone you will no longer get from your testicles with a simple shot every month. This idea that sex ends when you lose your testicles is an urban legend." "So Doc, can I have normal sex?" "Absolutely, you can have perfectly normal sex. If you don't want any more children and you get a testosterone shot once a month then you will hardly notice any difference in your sex life. We can even implant plastic testicles in your scrotum for cosmetic reasons if you wish." This was much better news than I expected. I was out of the hospital the next day. Linda had been arrested shortly after I entered the ambulance. She was out on bail the next day. Surprisingly Ann and Bob were being arrested as Linda was released. It turns out our State has laws against pranks that result in injury or property damage. Malicious mischief or some such thing. They took a deal for six days in jail and a $500 dollar fine each. Linda could have been in serious trouble but I refused to testify against her and even suggested that I wanted her to castrate me. I don't think anybody believed that but they dropped all the charges except the one that was easy to prove and didn't require my testimony. Linda had operated on a human without a license. There was no way I could convince anybody I was a German Sheppard. Linda took a deal for 90 days in jail. Not bad under the circumstances. She ended up serving just over two months. The State Veterinary Board tried to pull her license but Linda had a good attorney. They have plenty of regulations about treating animals and running a Veterinary business. However, as it turns out, they didn't have any rules against removing your husband's testicles. She kept her license. You might ask why I wanted to go so easy on my wife. Think about it. Linda spending years in prison would have cut our family income in half and left me taking care of the house and the kids by myself. Linda lost some customers from her practice but she also picked some up. Curiosity I guess. Within the year her practice was doing fine again. The worst thing about losing my nuts turned out to be people's stupid misconceptions. Everybody knew what happened, it was on the news, and everybody thought I was unable to have sex. I think some of them expected me to grow tits and wear a dress. My cousin Rachael asked me if I still had to shave. Linda being a doctor knew all about testosterone shots and was not the least surprised I could function normally. In fact after Linda was released our sex life was better than ever. We already had a good sex life and when you added Linda's guilt factor, we were off the charts. The Halloween Prank At one point I got Ann, Bob and Linda together and ordered them to stop telling me how sorry they were. I told them they were being a pain in my nuts and it needed to stop. I figured things were getting back to normal when Bob told me one day that I needed to grow a pair. Do you know how many jokes there are about testicles? I have heard them all. Anyway it's a year later now and it's Halloween again. This year the party was at our house and I asked Ann and Bob to stay late and have a private drink with us. I spiked their drinks with the same stuff Linda used on me last year. As soon as they were in a stupor I went to work on the three of them. Then I set up the video camera, and now I am waiting for them to wake up. I can't wait to see their reactions when they find out their heads have been shaved. I know they will be pissed but their hair will grow back, my nuts will not. The only problem is that I'm starting to worry about what they are going to do to me next Halloween. The Halloween Prank I thought my mom was going to freak out, but she just froze. She was teetering in her heels with her arms out by her sides and looking down at what happened to her dress with this surprised and daffy expression like "Duhhh...?" She seemed to be in such a daze that she didn't even lift her arms to cover her bare boobs. Her wet, half naked body was on complete display and she didn't know what to do about it. The guys -- except the one standing by the front door -- were halfway down the lawn, but they all stopped and turned to look at my mom. As soon as they saw her just standing on the porch looking down at her dress half torn down her body, they all turned back and moved back up to join the other Ninja and surrounded my mom. I found myself inching closer to the porch. Part of me wanted to tell the guys to leave my mom alone, but part of me -- loving the way she had that daffy confused look on her face, for once not so perfect and snobby -- wanted to watch what would happen next. My mom looked up from her body and saw that the four Ninjas were suddenly standing around her on our front porch. She turned her head from side to side and I could see her blushing. The guys moved closer around her, pressing against her half naked and wet body. And suddenly... I felt myself getting the most instant hardest boner. Maybe it was the look on my mom's face. Maybe it was seeing her practically naked in her tiny black thong and sexy black thigh highs. Maybe it was the way the guys were beginning to put their hands all over her. I guess for those first few moments, I was just as frozen as my mom was... and I couldn't stop watching now the guys had her how they wanted her. Their hands were all over her body. Rubbing and groping and squeezing her big boobs. Hands swarmed along her hips and rear, tearing her black dress lower. My mom was gasping and swaying on her heels between them as they pulled her this way and that. I feel so weird admitting this, but it was so hot to watch it happening to her. Even though they still had on their Ninja masks, I could tell who was who surrounding my mom. Nick, Dave, and Steve were crowding in front of her and groping her boobs. Chad had stepped behind her. He'd pulled the back of her wet dress up and aside so her rear and the tiny black thong she had on was exposed to him. Brad was using both hands to squeeze my mom's rear. He pressed his pelvis against her rear and grinded as if they were on a dance floor. I saw him use one hand to grab the thin strip of my mom's black thong from between her cheeks and stretch the lacy material back and then let go, having it snap back between her legs. My mom jumped slightly and I heard her gasp with surprise. Nick pulled the lower half of his Ninja mask down his face and leaned in to start kissing my mom's left boob. As soon as he did, Dave pulled down his mask and started licking her right one. My mom gasped again and her head tilted back as if she was about to pass out. Steve was also trying to duck his head between Dave and Nick so he could motorboat his face in her cleavage. I couldn't believe this was happening to my mom right on our doorstep. I glanced behind me to the dark street and didn't see anyone or a single car pass by. All I could hear behind me was the sounds of the guys groping my mom and her gasps. When I turned back to the doorstep, what I saw next was really surprising. My mom's arms were dangling by her sides and her head was rolling back, her eyes closed as Nick, Dave, and Steve continued to kiss and lick her bare boobs. Brad was still standing behind her and now he had his hard cock sticking out a flap in the front of his Ninja costume. One hand was still on my mom's hip keeping her in place and his other hand was holding his erection and slapping the tip of his cock on my mom's ass. "Ohhhhh..!" My mom gasped louder and opened her eyes, trying to look behind her, but with Nick, Dave, and Steve in front of her and kissing and fondling her boobs and the way Brad had positioned himself, she couldn't manage it. Brad slapped his cock on my mom's ass a few more times, each time getting a gasp from her. Then he pulled the thin material of her tiny black thong from between her cheeks again, but this time he scooted his cock against her ass and let her thong go causing it to trap his cock against her ass. My mom gave a little squeal and tried to squirm away from Brad, but with his hard cock held in place by the thin strap of her thong across her ass, she couldn't. Brad put both hands on either side of her hips and rubbed against her. The other guys saw this and began laughing and cheering him on. And for a moment, I even heard myself laughing from the look of surprise on my mom's face. Nick, Dave, and Steve were just standing in front of my mom and laughing as she was trying to wiggle away from Brad. Her boobs were bouncing a bit and she gained enough sense to put her hands over them, but her tiny palms could barely cover the perfect 36C's she'd paid for. It feels weird to admit it... but it was pretty exciting to see my mom go from always being so prissy and snooty and full of herself to half naked and helplessly confused by her predicament. And suddenly my mom's squirming stopped. She came to a stand still. Her eyes went wide with surprise and her lips parted as she gave a breathless gasp. She remained frozen in that position, her hands on her bare breasts, somewhat leaning forward at the hips where the top half of the wet witch's dress had been pulled down. Her long legs in dark thigh highs trembling slightly as she tried to remain standing in her strappy black heels. That's when we all saw that Brad had a firm grip on my mom's waist and was now thrusting his hips against her rear. There was a slight slapping sound of skin against skin and his rough grunts mixing with my mom's breathless gasps meant one thing... "Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed with glee. "He's fucking her!" Nick, Dave, and Steve surged even closer in front of my mom. Their hands on her shoulders and arms, holding her in place as Brad rammed her from behind. Dave craned his head around to look behind my mom and he cackled, "Oh damn! He's really in her pussy!" I couldn't help but peek around Dave to see for myself. Brad had pulled my mom's tiny thong across her rear and I could see his erection -- the shaft glistening with wetness -- thrusting forcefully between my mom's legs with a slight squishy sound. I heard my mom's surprised gasps shift to breathless moans. I looked at her and saw she was blushing uncontrollably, her full lips parted in a sensuous gape. Her hands could barely contain her breasts from bouncing in time with Brad's rigorous thrusts. I swear I could see her hips sway and begin matching the rhythm of Brad's cock thrusting into her. I was astounded -- and overwhelmingly turned on -- to see that my mom was losing control of herself and giving in to being fucked like a porn star on her own front porch! To confirm what was obvious to all of us crowding around my mom, Brad laughed and said, "This bitch is getting so wet. She's loving it!" My mom blushed a deeper shade and looked over her shoulder with eyes wide at Brad in his Ninja costume. He took one hand off her hip and grabbed her hair, twisting his fingers through the honeyblonde highlights and causing my mom to give another gasp of surprise while forcing her to look back at the boys in front of her. I was standing a bit off to the side and could see Brad fucking my mom's shapely figure. I had never seen her like this and it was beyond anything I could ever have imagined seeing my mom like. She was moaning louder and giving little surprised sexy squeals when Brad would ram deep into her. He kicked his foot between her heels to drive her legs wider. "Ohhhh...!" My mom groaned. The force of Brad kicking her heels wider provided the momentum for her to lean over at the waist. I had been so busy watching Brad banging my mom from behind that I didn't even notice that Nick, Dave, and Steve -- who were still standing in front of my mom -- now all had their cocks sticking out of the front of their Ninja costumes. The moment my mom was forced to lean into Nick, Dave, and Steve, they instantly began rubbing their cocks in her face. Their hands pulled at her hair and fought to be the one to make her suck them. It resulted in their cocks slipping and sliding over her lips and cheeks. The moment my mom's lips parted as she gasped from Brad's deep bangs, one of the guys used the opportunity to guide his cock into her mouth. I saw my mom eagerly suck whichever cock was thrust past her lips. I could hear the slurping and gagging sounds she made. Steve was jerking himself at my mom when he suddenly groaned and his spooge erupted from his cock to scatter gooey white gobs into my mom's hair. Meanwhile, Nick had his cock in my mom's mouth while Dave was pressing his tip close to her lips. "Swordfight!" Nick shouted and he and Dave pressed their tips together to smear the purple gloss on my mom's lips and both pushed into her mouth. Dave's hips jerked and his thick jizz overflowed past her lips and down her chin. That's all it seemed to take for Nick to grunt while pulling his cock from my mom's mouth and gush his thick milky load across the tops of her swaying tits. "Time to give this trick her treat," Brad exclaimed. He pulled his cock from between my mom's legs and took a step back while holding his cock in one hand. With a few quick strokes, his cum spurted from his cock and streaked up her back. He aimed his tip across her rear and let the rest of his creamy white drops ooze onto the curves of her ass and on flimsy material of her black thong. By then Nick, Dave, and Steve were already running from the porch and disappearing into the dark shadows at the edge of the lawn. I saw Brad wipe his cock off on what was left of my mom's witch costume hanging off her hips. He gave my mom's ass a slap to which she moaned and he looked over at me and winked. "Happy Halloween," he said and hurried off the porch to join the others already disappearing into the shadows down the street. By the time I turned back to the front porch my mom had somehow regained her composure and moved inside. I had time to glimpse her half naked, cum streaked figure hurry behind the front door as it shut. I was left standing by the front porch, realizing a huge stain was spreading on the lower half of my homemade Ninja costume where I'd came while watching this all. The image of my mom being used by my friends lingered in my mind while their laughter echoed off into the night.