4 comments/ 16079 views/ 7 favorites First Valentine's Day By: misskatie87 It's Valentine's Day, and Mandy had taken the day off from work without her husband, Erik, knowing. She had been planning and plotting this day for weeks. It was their first V Day as a married couple and she wanted to make it amazing--for the both of them. Last weekend, she told the hubby she wanted to see a movie alone, specifically Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, since she had just read the book. It made for a convincing cover story. Instead, she snuck off to a nearby mall that happened to have a theater and a Victoria's Secret. If he, by chance, happened to go off somewhere to do something manly, like drink some burr or play darts, he would not give a second thought to seeing her car at that mall. On the other hand, if he knew exactly where she had decided to head instead of the movies, he certainly would not have wanted her to be gone for a full two hours. Whenever she told him that she was going to Victoria's Secret, he always wanted her home as soon as possible because the entire time she was gone, he was horny fantasizing about her in sexy lingerie. The second she walked through the door after outings like these, he instantly mounted her until they were both satisfied. She had wandered through the different rooms of Victoria's Secret, past their Pink Collection and Body by Victoria. She searched for something very specific...something that would blow his mind. The moment she saw it, she knew it would be perfect. Red with white trim, the skimpy babydoll wouldn't leave much to the imagination. She tried it on in the dressing room and spun around in it, watching the hem of it rise up before sliding back down against her smooth skin. Her breasts practically fell out of the top and a nip slip felt inevitable, but somehow it managed to cover everything. Or...most of everything. After her shopping there, she found candles, rose petals, and other frou-frou V Day standbys. So many thoughts rushed through her head. Should she greet him in the babydoll, or should she be waiting for him in the bathtub? Should she have bought the French maid outfit and been busy cooking in the kitchen? She knew V Day was a notoriously feminine holiday, so she was on a mission to man it up a little. After shopping some more, she settled on a plan. Two days later, Valentine's Day arrived. She had scheduled the day off for months, long before anyone else would have thought of it. It guaranteed that she would get it off, and thankfully, she did. For dinner, she did not go the cliché route of oysters, bananas, and honey. Instead she made chicken cordon bleu, Erik's favorite dish from when they went to Paris for their honeymoon. While the chicken baked in the oven, she busied herself with preparing the house for his arrival. She wrapped up the babydoll as a "gift" to him (a gift he was surely going to enjoy for many nights to come), drew an incredibly hot bath until steam covered the mirror (so it would still be hot when they used it), and dressed herself to the nines in a tight, cleavage-baring black dress. She completed her ensemble with matching lingerie and a garter belt for her thigh-highs, just in case things didn't go exactly as planned. She placed a couple dozen candles around the bathtub and some more in their bedroom. Working carefully, she spread some rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart and left a trail of them while she walked to the living room. Soon, she heard the key in the door. Mandy slipped on her heels--stilettos, Erik's favorite--and slowly walked to the front door, sashaying her hips seductively. The silk from the dress caressed her skin, drawing goose bumps everywhere and giving her delicious tingles in all the right places. Erik turned to close the door behind him. "Hi, honey," Mandy said, using her best sex line operator voice. Erik started. "Oh hey, baby, what are you doing home?" He glanced behind her and saw the dinner table. "What is all this?" She walked closer to him until they were almost pressed together. She drew her finger up to his tie and hooked her finger into it to loosen it. "Happy Valentine's Day," she whispered. She grabbed his ass with one hand, his head with the other, and pulled him close for a deep kiss. Their lips met and she sucked his lower one lightly before tracing it with her tongue. He opened his mouth further and dove his tongue into her mouth, eagerly wanting what was happening in his mouth to be occurring further south. She could feel him hardening against her and decided that it was enough teasing for now. Mandy pulled away and broke the kiss, leaving Erik gasping for breath. "Hungry?" she queried him. "Ummm, yeah, yeah, I'm starving." "Take a seat and I'll bring it out." Erik shuffled over to the table, his cock slowly losing its firmness and sat down. "Babe, this all looks great!" He eyed the rice, broccoli, and rolls already on the table and smelled the chicken in the oven. "Did you make..." he started to ask, but didn't have time to finish it before she brought the main dish out. "Yes, chicken cordon bleu just like on our honeymoon." She set the dish down and drew up a chair across from him. "This looks amazing. You look amazing, too." "Thanks, love." She reached over to grasp his hand and hold it for a second before turning to the food and dishing it up. After they served themselves, Mandy asked Erik about his day and he complained about it, as usual. While he was in the middle of his monologue about the evils of corporate America, she slowly took off her shoe under the table and moved her foot up until she caressed the skin on his calves with her stocking-clad feet. He didn't respond to that in any noticeable way, at least in his speech patterns, so she changed her trajectory. She slid her foot against the outside of his pants, going from the calf to the thigh to his crotch. Erik had started to harden again, his chatter slowly dying down as he enjoyed the feeling of this game of footsie. She traced her toes against the bulge in his pants, reached under it to touch his balls, and then slid her foot back down his other leg and into her shoe. "Hey honey, I have a gift for you," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh?" he replied, his heart beat slowly going back to normal. "Yes, here." Mandy handed the red bag to him. "Open it." Erik slowly pulled out the tissue paper, not quite sure what to expect. Then his hand found it. He removed it and it took him a few seconds to put together what he had in his hand was a gift really for his wife, but a gift only he would enjoy. "Oh, Mandy. You'll look so sexy in this." "Mhmmm," she mumbled through a mouthful of rice. "I'll model it for you later." "Can you model it now?" He had a wanton look in his eye, almost desperate. "Maybe after our bath." She winked. "...bath?" "Yeah. Do you want to take it now?" Her question had become pointless in the middle of her asking it. Erik was already up and moving towards the master bathroom. She followed him, grabbed a belt loop, and spun him around. "Well, you're not going in wearing all of this, are you?" she asked while loosening his belt, her hand grazing over the protrusion in his pants. He pulled her close, crushing her to him, and kissed her hungrily. His tongue worked her mouth open and she sucked on it softly while tracing the tip of it with her own tongue. Erik let go of her and started walking towards the bathroom again, stripping off his clothes as he went, leaving them trailing along in the rose petals. He arrived at the side of the bathtub clad only in his precum-stained boxers, his wife mostly nude beside him. He turned to face her, reached around her ribcage, and released the clasp of the bra before lowering his attention to the garter belt, hose, and thong that barely covered her sex. Her lower lips, engorged to the point that the thong had been swallowed up in them, dripped her excitement. Erik went to his knees as he pulled off her undergarments, his hard cock trying to make its escape from his boxers as he knelt, but to no avail. Rubbing his nose against her mound once he stripped her, he inhaled her scent deeply. He loved her scent, her taste more. He held onto her round, firm ass, and stuck his tongue out, searching for just a drop of her cum. Then he would get into the bath, he told himself. But, as usual, one taste was not enough. Erik kept licking and tasting, feeling the soft folds with his tongue, her salty-sweet on his taste buds. He gained a semblance of a thought and pulled away from her pussy, and slowly rose to his feet. Mandy was breathing hard, trying to get some self-control herself. "Shall we?" he asked before dropping his boxers and stepping into the tub. The most Mandy could respond with was a head nod. They both lowered their bodies into the steaming bubbles, the hot water feeling soothing against their skin. It was as though the heat they felt inside themselves now surrounded them. They leaned back against their respective sides of the tub facing each other. Mandy closed her eyes and leaned back, trying to relax, but it was difficult with the fire that raged inside of her. It took all of her mental strength to not crawl on top of Erik and slip him into her. Instead, she decided to taunt him a little. Mandy inhaled deeply, her pert nipples breaking the surface of the water, and exhaled slowly, letting them disappear under the water again. Erik loved to suck on them until she squirmed under him in near ecstasy, so she knew this little movement would drive him mad. She open up one eye a little, stealing a swift glance his way to gauge his reaction, but was sorely disappointed when she saw that his eyes had also been closed. Her brain was in overdrive trying to think of ways to force him to make a move. Should she repeat the deep breathing? Should she dangle a leg over the side of the tub, coaxing him to move onto and into her? Should she just...wait? No, she decided. She absolutely could not wait. She had waited all day, three days, even. Mandy had been sly about making up excuses every night since her Victoria's Secret outing to avoid Erik's advances, everything from the tried-and-true "I have a headache" reason to fake snoring when he'd join her in bed. She knew he wanted it just as much as she did because just the night before, he had accidentally woken her up with his hard cock poking into her backside, his hips moving slowly against her. All of this while he was fast asleep. Thankfully, he didn't blow his load onto her back. That was one mess she didn't look forward to cleaning up. Then it came to her. She knew how to move this show along. "Hey Erik?" He made a low murmuring noise, letting her know he was listening. "Do you want me to get some wine?" "Yeah, that sounds good," he replied, his eyes still steadfastly closed against the glow of the candles. "Okay, I'll be right back." He grunted. Mandy slowly raised herself out of the tub, the bubbles running down her body in rivulets, merging with the rest of the water. She stepped one foot out of the tub, then the other, the coldness from the room making her skin prickle with the chill. Instead of covering herself with a towel, she decided to just go in the buff to the kitchen. There was something for her to wear still in the dining room. She walked down the hall, water drops falling from her and onto the rose petals making a quiet splashing noise. She wandered into the kitchen, pulled down two wine glasses from the shelf, and poured them almost to the brim. Then she wandered into the dining room and slipped on the red babydoll. She decided to forgo the thong. It would only get in the way, she knew. Mandy sauntered back down the hall and into the bathroom and leaned against the door jamb. "Hey, do you want to drink this in the bedroom instead?" she asked. Erik opened one eye and looked over. His second eye popped open as soon as the first saw her. "Oh. My. God," was all he managed to choke out before rising from the tub, grabbing a towel, and quickly drying off. During this time, his wife and gone back into their bedroom, set the glasses on their end tables, and spread herself invitingly. She positioned her hair so it cascaded over the pillows, the babydoll so it barely covered her dripping pussy, and her breasts so the cleavage was as enhanced as possible for Erik's viewing pleasure. He went into the bedroom and had to stop short at the sight. Mandy looked as amazing as ever, her body perfection. Barbie didn't hold a candle to his wife, this he knew for sure. Erik climbed onto the foot of the bed. He crawled up the bed until he was positioned over her scantily clad body, her breasts slowly rising and falling with her breathing. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally, her full, red lips. He started off slowly, with each peck lasting longer than the one previous, until he pried her lips open with her tongue. His tongue searched for hers, meeting it, tasting it, swirling around it. He pulled it back into his own mouth, leaving her no choice but to slip her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly, drawing her tip with his own. She wrapped her hands into his hair and pulled him closer to herself, deepening the kiss as far as humanly possible. Mandy pulled out and whispered against his mouth. "Give me your tongue." Erik dove his tongue into her waiting mouth, pumping it in and out like a minicock, while she sucked at it furiously. Some sucks were harder, others so light he could barely feel them. He was fully aroused, his cock pushing against the bottom of the babydoll, pushing it higher up against her body. The silky material felt excruciatingly good against him, its coolness against his hard heat. Erik reclaimed his tongue and nudged her head to the side until he could reach her ear. He flicked at the lobe with the tip of his tongue before sliding up to the conch and into the inner crevices and returning to the lobe. Her nails started running lightly up and down his back, encouraging him enough to continue his ministrations on her. He worked his way down to her neck, leaving a trail of small kisses down until he reached the point where her neck met her shoulder. There, he licked her sweet spot, dancing his tongue against it. Her nails became more insistent against him, drawing him closer against her, forcing his cock to be trapped against them. When he sucked on her neck's sweet spot, she moved her hips against him, desperate to feel him twitch against her clit. He could feel her wetness. Erik continued his decent further south, pushing off the skimpy straps of the babydoll onto her shoulders, freeing her breasts to his mouth. He traced a spiral on her breast, starting with the outside and working in to the center, slowly making each circle a little smaller than the one before it, until he circled faster and faster around her areole. Mandy's nipples were taunt, waiting for him to nip them lightly with his teeth. He scrapped his teeth against them, sending shudders through her body, her hands holding onto his head tightly to keep him in place and make sure he didn't stop. Erik sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, suckling like a baby and making her moan with pleasure. His cock jumped at the noise, precum oozing onto her thighs, soaking them. He repeated this same motion with her other breast. By the time he got to her nipple, she was writhing under him, desperate to cum. But he knew the first way he'd get her off. Erik reached to the edges of the babydoll and pulled them up to her waist and started to kiss down her belly. He made a pit stop at her bellybutton, flicking his tongue inside, before continuing south. He smelled her arousal long before he reached her pussy. Leaning down, he inhaled her before diving his head down into her snatch. He wouldn't let her cum easily, not after all the teasing she put him through tonight. Erik licked her hole, the salty-sweet tasting slightly of soap from the bath, but he didn't mind. He moved his tongue up her slit, millimeter by millimeter, parting her lips around it and spreading her juice up. He came close to her clit, the one place he knew she wanted him to lick, before returning to her hole and moving in the same manner. This second time he went a little bit closer to her clit, but still avoided it. Mandy groaned in frustration and tried to force his head to where she desperately wanted it. Erik deftly avoided her efforts to make him lick her clit and instead made his way back to her hole and licked up, stopping just under where her clit poked out. He could feel her thighs straining, desperate for one lick, one suck, one anything to get her off. Erik could hardly wait any longer himself, so he decided it was time. He poked his tongue into her hole and moved it in and out like a minicock before tracing it up into her wet folds. His tongue played with the folds, feeling them squishy beneath it, before continuing upwards to her clit. He licked over it quickly, just one time, and paused, his head looking up over her mound at her on the bed, sweat from the exertion of trying to orgasm dotting her forehead. She was obviously in agony, a delicious agony, that is. He returned his attention to her clit, sticking out from under its hood, desperate to be paid some attention. Erik surrounded it with his lips and sucked on it lightly, then with increasing force. Mandy's thighs squeezed around his head, locking him in place until he made her cum. He worked as much of the clit into his mouth as possible and then started flicking it with his tongue. The dual stimulation became too much for her and she let out a feral noise, evident of her orgasmic peak. Mandy was breathing hard, but Erik could wait no longer. He swiftly climbed up her body and dove his throbbing cock into her. He knew he wouldn't last long, especially with the squeezing of her pussy around his cock. He ached so hard, but wanted to get in at least a couple of thrusts before letting loose. He pushed hard into her, as deep as he could go, and withdrew quickly before thrusting into her, hard again. He gave up trying to hold out and started pumping into her furiously, desperate to cum. He could feel his cum boiling in his balls, desperate for releases. But he started to feel squeezing around his dick. Was Mandy cuming again? He looked down at her. Her hands were locked onto his ass, driving him deep inside of her and trying to slow him down a little so she could enjoy it, too. He slowed a little, but not much. She pumped her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until they worked like a well-oiled machine. She squeezed around him, lightly at first, but as they continued, the pulsing became stronger with each thrust until Erik was battling to stay inside of her. Suddenly, he felt the most powerful spasm around his cock that he knew she had cum before her breathing had given her away. He pounded into her and used her contractions to finish him off. Spurt after spurt came from him, coating her insides and mingling with her own wetness. Their combined juices leaked onto the bed, but they didn't care. Erik collapsed to the side of Mandy, and she rolled so she faced him, his softening cock still inside of her. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby," she said, and kissed him hard against the lips. First Valentines Day After... First Valentines Day After Tim's Eighteenth Birthday Tim, the eighteen year old horny teenager awoke slowly after a good night sleep and as he did, his hand found his boyhood. As usual, it was swollen and hard with morning erection of a horny teenager. He began to slowly stroke his hard, throbbing penis as he wondered what the day would bring. It is his first Valentine after his eighteenth birthday and his mother had promised him a surprise for this Valentine Day, but he could not imagine what it could be. But just the thought of his mother made his cock lurch threateningly. He had recently begun to have some very indecent thoughts about his own mother. He felt appalled that he could even think about her in the way he was thinking, but he just could not help it. As he lay there thinking about his mother, Andrea, his hand began to move up and down his cock faster. He and his mother had lived alone since his father's death six years ago and Tim realised himself finding her more and more attractive as time passed. He did not know why, but he was always imagining what she would look like naked. Maybe the fact that she was beautiful and had a stunning body contributed to his delinquency, but he still knew that he should not be having such evil thoughts about his own mother. While his mother was forty-three years old, she was better looking than any thirty year old in the neighbourhood. In fact, in his eyes, she was by far the best looking woman in town. Still, he knew that he was disturbed for thinking about his mother in that way, especially while he was beating his hard prick. Still, he could not stop himself from wondering what she would look like without clothes. He had caught glimpses of her in various stages of undress, but never totally nude. When she wore her skimpy one piece bathing suit, he could barely keep his eyes off her lovely, plump derriere. She had the best looking butt ever. Every time she wore a tight body hugging dress, he would nearly cum in his pants watching her clearly visible panty-line on her jutting tight butt. God, what an ass she got, he thought to himself as his hand worked faster and faster. Then his thoughts drift back the night when his mother had just returned home from a dinner party. He was going to bed so he had stopped by her room to tell her good night. Seeing that her door was slightly ajar, he had peeked inside. He had seen his mother sitting on the edge of her bed pulling her pantyhose down her long, curvaceous legs. Initially, she had not noticed him standing there and within moments, she was naked from the waist down. The only thing between her and complete nudity was her frilly, lacy half-bra. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing and felt himself growing so hard, his cock was beginning to ache as he stood there watching her. He had even been able to see her cleanly shaven pubic-mound below her tight, taut underbelly. Then she had started to reach behind her and release her bra. Watching on expectantly, he had waited feverishly for her to pop her bra. Staring at her long, hard nipples, pink and puffy sticking out over the top of her brassiere, he waited. Then, for some reason, she had looked over to the door. He recalled that neither of them had moved for several moments as they stared at each other. Then finally, she had blushed and pulled her dress up over her nakedness. He remembered being embarrassed beyond belief as he had rushed back to his room without even telling her goodnight. Once there, he had promptly masturbated with the picture of her velvety buttocks in his mind. Thankfully, she had not said anything the next day. But after that first time, he had found himself trying harder and harder to catch her in compromising stages of undress. Strangely, it seemed easier to catch glimpses of her nakedness than before the incident. For whatever reason, she seemed to be less concerned about him seeing her than before the incident. Thinking about her, he kept sliding his hand up and down his stiff prick. Sometimes, his mother would catch him looking at her and she would smile faintly and blush. Tim could feel himself gradually approaching the point of no return as he lay in bed thinking about his mother. As he began to move his hand quicker and quicker, he suddenly became aware of the smell of bacon in the air. That would mean that his mother was downstairs preparing breakfast for them. Suddenly, his mind was filled with a perverted picture of his mother cooking breakfast in a naughty, frilly corset. In his mind, he pictured her bending over with her beautiful, bare breasts hanging out the corset. Although he had never seen her breasts completely naked, he could imagine how wonderful they would look, big, soft and creamy in colour. He could even see where the whiteness ended and her tanned skin began. He felt a tingle of perverse excitement trickle through his cock as this erotic fantasy filled his head. Dangerously close to cumming, he felt his cock harden even more. Wanting to prolong the delicious feeling of wickedness, he stopped stroking himself. Holding his cock in his hand, he closed his eyes and let the image of his mother gleam through his mind. The image in his mind seemed almost real as he watched her buttocks bobbed and wobbled as she walked. In his mind, he had dressed her in a racy pair of beige, fishnet hose and matching high heel pumps to go with her beige corset. He could not believe how stunning she was as she moved about the kitchen preparing his breakfast, swaying that beautiful ass. Then, he thought he felt a faint, almost indistinguishable puff of air flow over his throbbing cock. If he had not been so aroused and sensitive, he would not have noticed the breeze. Wondering if he had left his window open, he slowly opened his eyes and started to turn toward the window. Before he could turn, he saw his mother standing in his doorway holding a tray with his breakfast on it. "Oh, Shit," he gasped shoving his throbbing cock under his covers. His whole body turned beet red as he stared at his mother standing in the doorway with a astonished look on her face. "God, Mom, I'm sorry," he blubbered out, "I didn't know you were there." "Uhhhhhh," she said, clearing her throat, "It's my fault coming in without knocking." "I'm sorry," he mumbled timidly. "Well, uh, Happy Valentine's Day darling," she greeted him, a curious little smile delicately playing over her mouth, "I thought you would like breakfast before I gave you your present, but maybe not......" "Uh, What, uh......." Tim stammer, confused by her sudden appearance. He did not speak, but he watched as she slowly approached his bed. Although it was early in the morning, she had taken the time to put on a light make-up. Disappointedly, he noted that she was wearing her old terry-cloth house robe. It was thick terry cloth with long sleeves and covered her from neck to knees with its sexy-less plainness. It was definitely not the costume that he had pictured her wearing. "But, since I brought it up here," she said stopping by his bed and leaning down, "you might as well eat it while I tell you about your Valentine's gift." She placed the tray of food down squarely on his hidden hardness. It seemed to Tim that she had pressed it down on him a little harder than necessary, but maybe his overactive thoughts were working overtime. He quickly started eating to hide his shame and prevent himself from having to respond to anything she had to say. "I really don't know where to begin," she said softly, blushing slightly. "I thought long and hard," she went on as she watched him eat, "about a Valentine's Day present after your eighteenth birthday. You have just about everything that money can buy. Your father left us very well off, financially, so I have been able to give you almost everything you could want in that realm. But then I asked myself what I could get you that money couldn't buy, something that no one else would give you. And, finally something you wanted very much." Pausing for a moment, she nervously toyed with the top button of her robe as she seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Wondering what she could be getting at, Tim continued to eat. What could she give him that money could not buy? What would no one else give him? What did her really want? In his present aroused state, he briefly considered something very vulgar, but quickly dismissed it from his mind as he blushed again. It was several seconds before Andrea continued. "I finally decided what I would give you, and this is the perfect opportunity for me to give you that gift," she blushed again, "I wonder if I can go through with it." Hesitating again, she nervously slipped the button through the button hole of her robe. Then her hand moved down to the next button. Tim had almost finished his breakfast as he watched her, wondering if she realised what she was doing. It seemed to be just a nervous gesture, but she had unbuttoned the top button. "I've watched my baby grow and mature," she told him, "and I've noticed the way that you've looked at me recently. I realise that you are eighteen and that your hormones are going full blast all of the time. I also know that boys your age fantasize about their mothers." Turning bright red again, Tim felt a wave of embarrassment and humiliation wash over him as she seemed to be reading his mind. How could she know? Maybe he had been too obvious. He wished he had a hole to crawl in as she sat looking at him harmlessly. She was such a sweet and wonderful lady, how could he even think such gross and despicable thoughts about her. He was ashamed of even imagining her doing anything sexually. Why did he think such things about her when he knew he could never do any thing to hurt her? He was almost in tears, penalising himself for having such perverse, immoral thoughts about her. But, even as he rebuked himself, he caught a whiff of her soft, seductive perfume and felt his penis lurch uncontrollably. Thankfully, the tray covered him and his mother had not seen his cock jump. He was horrible, he thought to himself. He hated himself for being unable to control his animal urges in front of his dear, sweet mother. "It is only natural for a boy to imagine such things," she said slowly, "while on the other hand, we both know how wrong it would be to even think about anything so morally wrong. So wrong, we could go to jail for it." "While boys fantasise about their mothers, mothers can have feelings too. Especially, if a mother lives all alone with her son and if a mother doesn't have other men in her life." she said, her voice cracking with emotion, "There is no stronger love in the world than that of a mother for her child. Do you know that?" "Uh, I, uh, don't, uh, know....." he blabbered awkwardly, growing more and more embarrassed by the minute. "So when I started thinking about this special day," she went on, sliding the second button through its hole, "I wanted to give you something that would show you just how much I love you and care for you. And just as important, I wanted to be with you when you left childhood and move across into the mysterious domain of manhood." "Then I had a crazy idea, but I didn't know if I dared to follow through on it," she smiled down at him lovingly. "I started reading books on the rites of passages in many different cultures, and I discovered that my idea wasn't that uncommon." Stopping for a moment, she took a deep breath before continuing. "I found that my gifts were gifts that many mothers give their sons," she said, her voice becoming husky and trembling with emotion, "except that it is not done in our society. But I felt that you were mature enough to understand what I was giving to you. I thought you would be man enough to accept it, and have the discipline to understand its true meaning. I am going to offer it to you. It is up to you to accept it or decline it. I just hope that you realise how much it takes for me to offer this gift to you. I am prepared to give you the most sacred gift a mother has to offer her son. I laboured over my decision for many a sleepless night, but finally after several months; I am convinced that they are the right gifts." Stupidly, Tim was puzzled by the formality of his mother's explanation. He thought he could understand some of her intimation, but he wasn't totally sure as he finished his breakfast and set the tray down on the floor by the bed. After he had done so, he wished he had not because his hard, swollen maleness was now obviously evident under the thinness of the sheet. "I hope that you know just how much I love my baby boy," his mother started again, toying with yet another button on her robe, "and that I would never do anything to destroy that love. The gifts I offer go hand in hand. If you accept one, then you have to accept the other. It is up to you to accept or reject. But you must remember that you can't have one without the other. You must understand that. Do you understand that it is up to you to take it or reject it? Whatever you decide, you must remember that there is a second part of the gift and you must have the discipline to accept it. Discipline is one of the first things you must learn as a man. Do you understand?" "Uh, I, uh, think so" Tim stumble, beginning to understand the severity of her concern. "Then if you are sure you understand the magnitude of my concern, I offer myself to you as your Valentine's day gift my baby," she said dramatically. As she spoke, she stood up and let her robe fall to the floor. Tim could not believe what he saw. His mother now stood before him dressed almost identically to the way he had pictured her in his mind earlier that morning. She wore a similar beige corset he had imagined her wearing in his fantasy. It was made out of shiny, satin with lacy garter straps on the bottom and lacy, uplifting cups at the top. The half-cupped brassiere uplifted her firm, soft, creamy breasts beautifully leaving her hard, puffy nipples peeking out over the top. "Oh, MY GOD," he exclaimed as he felt his cock jerk and spring up under the sheet and his eyes swept over his mother's beautiful body. Her long, lovely legs were encased in sheer, black fishnet hose, just as he had imagined it. Then he suddenly felt light-headed as he stared down at the smooth, slightly puffed out, exposed underbelly. "I wanted to be the one to lead you from childhood into manhood," she whispered softly, "if you want me to. Do You?" "OH, GOD YES MOM," he groaned out, as his eager cock bobbed up and down uncontrollably under the sheet. "Thank God," she gushed, leaning down she slid her hands under the sheet and then he felt her fingers round his penis. She gasped and murmured, "My God, you really are a big boy, let me see," and quickly pulled the sheet back off of him. Tim watched on in disbelief and panic as his mother stood looking down at his exposed manhood in wonder and shock. He heard her intake of breath, then, "Oh yes...yes...darling...so...big...so big...," she cooed, "you are so beautiful and hard and big." "A-am I?" "Yes, you are, darling, bigger than your Dad and so nice and hard, so I think we ought to do something about it, don't you?" She gave him no time to reply, and started to masturbate him, slowing manipulating his foreskin over the head of his penis. "I think you're going to come very quickly," she said teasingly, "and we don't want to waste all that lovely sperm, do we." "Der...d-d-don't we...ah...ah...oh..." After staring for a few moments, she shook her head and crawled up onto his bed. "I must confess that I want you as badly as you want me," she gushed out as she lay down beside him, "and I don't know what I would have done if my baby had turned me down." Rolling over onto her back, Andrea quickly spread her long, enchanting legs apart making herself ready for him. "Take me," she panted, "take me, my son, take your horny mother and I'll show you the many, many ways of love." Tim boldly clambered up to his hands and knees. His hard cock slashed back and forth wickedly as he struggled up between her beautifully spread legs. As he staggered above her, he saw her hand reach down to his throbbing cock. Taking hold of his bobbing, dancing maleness, she gasped at its size and youth-ness as it hovered above her wet, waiting woman-pit. "Oh, Baby, I just hope I can take all of your boy-cock," she wheezed, pushing the deep red cockhead down toward her gaping womanhood. "Oh, God, I want You, Mom," Tim moaned as he felt his cockhead brush up against the soft, wet heat of his mother's femininity. "Oh, Yes, I want You, too, Baby, I want my baby's young cock in Mommy's hungry pussy," she panted as she stroked his big, rubbery cockhead up and down the wet, drooling furrow of her cunt. Already on the edge, Tim was barely able to keep from exploding as he pushed himself down at her. Almost immediately, he felt his cockhead slide down into the incredible heat of the seething cavern of her forbidden flesh. It felt like he had thrust his cock into a vat of boiling juices as it slid deeper and deeper into her clutching sheath. He knew that they would both be struck dead at any moment for committing such a sin. "OH BABY," Andrea gasped as she felt his hard penis slide inside of her, forcing her vagina to stretch and dilate to accommodate his hugeness. The overwhelming magnitude of what he was doing suddenly descended upon him like a ton of bricks. As the totality of their incestuous union became reality, the soft, sucking pull of his mother's velvety vagina became too much for Tim. Unable to restrain himself another second longer, he drove the entire length of his long cock down into waiting softness of his mother's wonderful cunt with one powerful thrust. "OH FUCK ITS SO BIG...," she blurted as his hot hardness cut her all the way to the quick. As she took his full length into her she smiled up at him and said in a slightly shaky voice, "A lovely tight fit, isn't it? I wasn't sure I could take all of you." "You're so tight," Tim moaned as his hips began to move back and forth on their own. "Oh Tim," she whispered, lustily looking at him and smiling, "You're stretching Mommy out with that monster baby." Then she instinctively placed her hands on his hips, dragging him down as she, suddenly losing her previous authoritative tone, started to whimper, "Deeper...deeper darling." The instant his belly slapped down onto hers, his great cock exploded inside of her with the force of a fire-hose. The iron hard cock jerked powerfully and spewed out a huge stream of thick, white, hot boy-cream deep inside of her clutching pussy. "OH YOUR CUMMING IN ME BABY...," she screamed out, kicking her legs up and driving her heels into her son's ass, forcing him even deeper into the hot, pulling hollow of her vagina. Then, her son's prick erupted inside of her again and she felt her own orgasm begin, down deep inside of her drenched cunt. As it grew and gained in momentum, her son's cock continued to jerk and spurt thick, hot, jets of his burning, clinging cum into her ravenous cunt. The spasms wracking her body became stronger and stronger as wave after wave of animalistic pleasure washed over her. Never had either of them felt such passion and pleasure. Like two rutting wild animals, they writhed and fought, clinging together in some primitive ritual of death. Yet, as their bodies clashed together, the only thing to die was their innocence. On and on they battled, both of them gasping and groaning until at last their bodies could take no more. Suddenly they collapsed down onto the bed in a heap of wet, sweating flesh. Tim awoke slowly for the second time on his birthday. As he slowly laboured back to reality, he could feel something hot and wet enveloping his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down and found his mother lying between his outstretched legs, greedily sucking on his cock. Watching her head bob and dance around his cock, he felt himself rapidly growing hard again. First Valentines Day After... Feeling him growing hard, his mother opened her eyes. Looking up at him with almost all of his flabby penis in her mouth, she gave his cock one long hard suck. "Happy Valentine's Day, again," she smiled up at him wickedly, letting his big, fat cock slowly slip out of her mouth, "did you like your first gift of the day tiger?" "Oh, God," he groaned, smiling back at her, "I thought I had died and gone to heaven Mom." "I did, too," she said softly, leaning down and running her soft, pink tongue up the entire length of his hard, throbbing boy-cock, "it was the best ever and it was the youngest cock in my life darling." Looking up at him sensually, she lifted his erect penis once again. Leaning down, she slowly sucked the great, bloated head of his cock back into her mouth. As he watched her soft red lips slowly slither down his swollen manhood, he could feel her soft, silky tongue teasing and taunting his sensitive cockhead. Ever so slowly, she sucked more and more of his cock into her hot, clutching mouth until she had his long prod inside her mouth. "Oh, My lovely little Baby, you have such a beautiful, big penis," she cooed appreciatively as she reached up and once again slowly pulled his cock down to her lips. Opening her mouth, she gently sucked her son's deep red cock head into her mouth. She could feel his growing excitement as she lazily ran her tongue around the bulging rim of his cock head, tickling and toying with the little cleft under it where the glans corona was split. "Oh, Mother, you're going to make me cum too fast," he whined as he felt her start to suck on him. "Uuuuuhhhuuuhhhh," she mumbled, her mouth filled with his hot hardness. He could feel his passion rising once again as she lovingly sucked and toyed with him. The wickedness of their incestuous bond was so sexually arousing; he could barely contain his ardour. He did not know how much longer he would be able to postpone the inevitable as she lifted his goose-egg sized balls and gently rolled them around in her hands, kneading gently. He could feel the hot softness of her silky smooth hands as she adoringly squeezed and fondled his great sperm generators. It was quickly becoming too much as she nuzzled and sucked on him harder and harder. The incredulity of awakening to the feel of his mother sucking on him had already driven him to the point of eruption. "God, Mom, you'd better stop," he panted, "or I'm going to cum." Stopping for just a moment, she let his cock slowly slide out of her mouth as she looked into his eyes lovingly. Looking down to his cock, he saw that it glistened with her saliva as it slithered out of her mouth, wet and hard and primed. "Let it baby, I want you to fill Mommy's mouth with your sweet, hot boy-cream," she whispered, "and let me suck you until I swallow all of your sweet, hot nectar." She felt his cock lurch dangerously as she spoke and quickly sucked him back into her mouth. She began massaging his balls as she sucked, ready to milk her son for all he was worth. "Oh, Mommy," he gasped as he felt her burning lips encircle him once again, quickly sliding down his primed rod. He slid his fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, pushing his cock into her mouth with a greater urgency. He found losing his cool as he started fucking her face. Andrea held still in his grip, his cock pumping to the back of her soft, slick throat, and moaned around the girth of his cock in her mouth. She grasped his hips and held on tight to avoid choking. He felt his cock shudder and swell with pre-eruption eagerness as his mother continued to pull and suck on him. He could feel the cum in his big, hard balls begin to boil and bubble as her soft, full lips roughly pulled on his loaded weapon. Staring down at her, he could not believe that it was really happening. How could he be lying in his bed with his mother between his legs hungrily devouring his maleness? The sheer wickedness of it was too much to accept. He felt his balls clench and shudder as they sent a fiery gusher of his syrupy white spray spewing out into her milking mouth. Her eyes flew open as her mouth was suddenly filled with his creamy froth. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but there was so much, some of it escaped out around the shaft of his cock and trickled down her chin. Sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, she nursed on her son's big cock as it lurched again and shot out another great gob of his thick cream into her hungry mouth. His mother tried to keep up with the flood of cum that was pouring out of his gushing penis, but some of it still managed to escape and drip down her chin once again. Over and over again, his cock jerked and spurted out its foamy load until he thought it would never stop. But at last it did. "Oh, Fucking, God," Tim groaned as his mother continued to gently suck and nurse on his slowly shrinking cock, "Mom, you're going to kill me if you keep that up." "Did you like it darling," she finally asked him with a smile as she let his deflating penis slip from her mouth. "Oh, God, Yes," he gasped, looking up at her gratefully. "I'm glad that you did," she grinned, "this is the tastiest and freshest cum I've ever tasted," smacking her lips which glistening wetly from the coating of cum that covered them and trickled down her chin. "I like cum." She kissed the head of my cock and smiled up at me. "I like giving head, especially to a young stud like you." "I've never had it feel that good," he sighed watching as her tiny pink tongue flick out and lick her lips, lapping away his cum. "What would you like to do next to your Mommy?" she smiled mischievously, standing over him on her hands and knees with her full breasts dangling down over his thighs, "Or would you like to take another nap?" "I would like to taste you MOM," he grinned up at her, reaching up and gently fondling her pendant breasts, "and make you feel as wonderful as you've made me feel." "Ohhhhhhhhh, that sound's good," she said expectantly, "it has been so long, and I've almost forgotten how it feels." "Bring your beautiful little, uh, pus, uh, pussy up her then Mom," he said, blushing and stammering, unused to speaking to his mother so familiarly. "My baby wants me to straddle and fuck his face with Mommy's pussy?" she quizzed wickedly she slowly crawled up his body, with her long, tan legs straddling him. Tim stared in disbelief and adoration as her round, bobbling breasts wiggled and jiggled above him as his mother crawled up the bed. She sat astride him over his chest and he could feel the warm moistness of her sex organ pressed against him as she gradually worked her way up his body leaving a faint trail of female juice. Then he felt his cock reel with evil desire as his mother's soft, wet womanhood appeared above his face. She was poised over his face and he could see the long furrow of her labia. Her fingers took hold of her outer lips and she opened them to reveal two more small pink lips within, wet and inviting. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It was so wonderful; it almost took his breath away. The forbidden entrance to his mother's soul was inches away from his waiting mouth. It was incredible that his mother's pussy was hovering only inches from his face. Staring up at it, he could see the thick, fleshy lips drooping down, glistening with her juices. The puffy labium on each side of the sanctified opening of her vagina was cleanly shaven and looked smooth and soft. It was unthinkable, but he was only a breath away from the very centre of every erotic thought he had. His mother's wonderful, beautiful core of love, not only was he able to see it, but she was actually offering it to him. Just thinking about it was enough to make his spent cock jump up and down again with excitement. "Kiss and lick me there," she ordered as she lowered herself to his mouth. "You can find out what a woman smells and tastes like." He became aware of the soft smoothness of his mother's thighs as she pressed her legs together lowering her pussy down onto his lips. There it was the very place where he had been conceived, where his Dad's cock has disappeared to deposit his sperm for it to happen. The place where he had spent nine months of his life and now he was returning to it as it slowly sank down toward his face. Then suddenly he could smell the hot musk of her femininity as the hot softness of her pussy slowly caressed his lips. Tentatively at first, he eased his tongue out onto the silky softness of her vaginal lips. He was licking his mother's pussy. His cock jumped dangerously as the depraved thought tore through his head. "Oh, My Baby," his mother groaned as she felt his tongue on her womanhood, "here it is darling, taste Mommy's pussy." Slowly, lovingly, he searched the meaty folds of flesh for her button of joy. "CHRisstttt Holy Ghost!" his mother gasped as his tongue found it. Poking at the hard little button of nerves hidden inside of its fleshy cave, he felt it slowly ease off the sheath until it jutted out hard and ready. Quickly, he attacked it with a vengeance, flicking his tongue back forth across it mercilessly as his mother writhed in delight. "Oh, MY God, YES, Baby, YES, Do, it BABy, Do it to Mommy," she moaned, her hips jerking and jumping wildly. Tim could not believe that this woman was his mother. Not his dear, sweet mother, who had never uttered even so much as a curse word, had never even pretended to be the least be sexy. This was the woman who had disciplined him when he was wrong and praised him when he was right. He had given him comfort when he needed comfort and now she was becoming a sex-crazed fanatic literally right before his eyes. Reaching up, Tim grasped his mother's perfectly rounded, smooth buttocks and pulled her dripping cunt down even harder as his tongue ravaged her swollen clitoris. "OH FUCK YES, OH FUCK YES, OH FUCK YES," she blathered as her hips shook and bounced sending cunt juice splattering all over her son's face. Like a man gone insane, Tim pillaged his mother's weeping gash and jutting little clitoris. Faster and faster, his tongue raked back and forth across it, driving his mother closer and closer to the point of no return. She was now grinding her cunt into his face as he pulled her down onto him. He could feel her smooth inner thighs grinding into his cheeks as he devoured her sweetness. Then without any warning, his lips were bathed with a gush of hot, fragrant juices. "OH MYGOD I'M CUMMIINNNGGGggggg," his mother screamed out as her body began to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. Wrapping his arms around her hips, Tim hugged her pussy down against his face. Holding her imprisoned in his arms, he hungrily devoured her cunt as she writhed and cried out in pleasure. "OH, God, I Love it, I Love it, I Love it, Oh, My, Baby," she gushed out as she continued to thrust herself down at him. The flow of her sweet nectar went on and on as she kept crying and writhing until at last she collapsed, rolling onto her side beside him. Even though she had rolled off him, Tim followed her and kept licking and teasing her clitoris until she gently pushed his head away from her. "Please, Baby, wait a few minutes," she cooed, "its too sensitive now." "Did it feel good, Mom?" he asked innocently. "Oh, God, Yes," she blurted out, "it never felt that good with any other man. Never, ever. It was beautiful." After a few moments, Tim scooted up until he was facing his mother. Both of them lay on their side looking into each other's eyes for several seconds. Finally, Tim leaned forward and ever so gently kissed her on the mouth. The kiss, soft and tender in the beginning soon became brutal and demanding as they crushed their lips together. After several seconds, his mother pulled back gasping for air. "Oh, My, Baby," she panted, "you are already a man and you know how to make me so hot." As she spoke, she ran her hand down his chest, over his flat, hard stomach to his jutting, throbbing penis. "My, God, you're already hard again," she groaned, wrapping her hand around the thick, blue-veined shaft of his penis. "Just touching you makes so hard I hurt," he whined as she slowly stroked his hardness with her soft, clenched hand. Tim was content to let his mother gently stroke him for a while. Then he slowly got to his hands and knees beside her, his giant cock jutting out from his groin wickedly. "Does my Baby want another present," his mother gurgled, rolling over onto her back and spreading her long, tan legs apart. "Very Badly," he grunted, crawling up between her outstretched legs. "Mommy's present is already open and ready for my Baby," she cooed, fingering her wet, drooling pussy open. "God, Mother! It's beautiful," Tim gushed, looking down at the fleshy pink pit of his mother's sanctity that now lay open and wet. As he crawled up, she grabbed hold of his slashing, bobbing cock and slowly began to bend it down toward her gaping love-wound. "Mommy wants all of Baby inside of her place," she whispered. "Push it into Mommy until it won't go any deeper, Baby, Please." As she spoke, Tim felt the head of his colossal cock touch the hot, wetness of her waiting femininity. An electric shock ran through his body as he slowly forced himself down into the hot, sucking depths of his mother's ravenous cunt. Even though he was big, she was so hot and ready, his throbbing penis sliced down into her hot, flooded cunt like a knife through butter. Forcing the narrow channel of her hot, sucking cunt to accept his hugeness, he thrust himself deeper and deeper into the core of her forbidden motherhood. Like some monstrous battering ram, it battered its way down the hot, slippery sheath until at last his stomach slapped down onto hers. "Oh, God, it's all in me, my baby is all in me," she gasped as she clenched her cuntal muscles down around his throbbing boy-cock. "Oh, My, God," he groaned, feeling the blistering juices of her cunt burning his cock, "I LOVE IT." Holding his cock buried inside of her, he reached down and hooked his elbows behind her knees. Grunting, he lifted her long, shapely legs up higher and higher until at last her thighs were pressed up against her soft tits. She was now completely exposed and at his mercy as he slowly withdrew his penis. Pausing only briefly, he quickly hammered his cock back into her brutally. The force of his thrust was such that it almost knocked the breath out of her. Then he slowly withdrew it again and slammed it back into her forcefully. Tears started rolling down her cheeks with pleasure of his hard fuck. After several brutal thrusts, he stopped assaulting her and began to fuck her with long, penetrating thrusts burying himself up to the hilt inside her hot, sucking cunt every time. In and out, in and out, he slid his big peter as she mewed and whimpered in adoration and delight. Time seemed to stop as they fucked and fucked. Then suddenly, she was consumed by the unholy fire of another orgasm as her body shook and quivered. Even though he could feel the ravages of her orgasm coursing through her body, he didn't relent and continued to stroke his cock into her deep and hard. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES, BABY FUCK MOMMY!" she growled out as her whole body shook uncontrollably. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the last throes of her orgasm faded. Tim continued to feed his pulsating prick into her as she willingly accepted it. Reaching down to his pistoning butt, she grabbed the cheeks of his ass, bringing blood as she dug her nails into him, pulling him into her harder and harder. Still, he did not succumb to the passion of the moment as he continued to drive himself down into the hot, clutching depths of her love-wound over and over again. Then for a second time, she was possessed by a fiery orgasm. Shaking so badly her teeth were chattering, she was whisked to heights of pleasure that were so intense, they were frightening. She had never experienced such joy and delight with any other man in her whole life. It was too much and she began to sob fitfully, but Tim continued to fuck her mercilessly. "Oh, unh, Mommy, unh, are, unh, you, unh, okay?" he was able to grunt between thrusts as he finally felt himself nearing release. "God, Ahh, Yes, Ahh, I, Ahh, Feel, Ahh, Wonderful," she gurgled out between strokes of his mighty engine, "Fuck, Ahh, Me, Ahh, Baby." Feeling his own culmination rapidly approaching, Tim began to fuck his mother harder and deeper. Soon his hips were a blur of pink as his cock slashed in and out her wetly. The wet, slurping sounds of their lovemaking was filling the room along with the grunts and groans of the two lovers. Closer and closer he drew until at last it was on him like a demon. "OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD!!!" he bellowed out as his mammoth cock exploded inside of his mother's drenched cunt for the second time that day. "OH YES BABY!!" she screamed back at him as she tripped off into her fourth orgasm of the day. They were once again like two battling beasts as they clawed and scratched at each other. Their bodies slapped together obscenely as Tim's cock spurted its potent cream into his mother and then retreated for a moment before crashing together again. Their macabre, incestual dance went on and on as Tim's penis spurted and spurted inside his mother's cunt. Within moments her cunt was filled to overflowing with his thick, white love-milk and it began pouring out of her cunt. Still it wouldn't stop until both of them were covered with its hot, clinging stickiness. After it finally stopped, they lay unmoving, their bodies crushed together in a deep, passionate embrace for the longest time. Then, slowly, they parted. "OH," she winced when his limp cock popped out of her battered and bruised cunt. "I'm sorry, Mommy," he apologized as he rolled over onto his back. "That's okay, Baby," she smiled at him, lifting his sodden warrior and giving it a loving squeeze, "it is just so big, but I loved that onslaught darling. No body has fucked me that harder, Wow!" "Not now," he grinned tiredly, looking over at the clock by his bed and seeing that it was already past noon. What a Valentine's Day, he thought. Not only had he gotten laid on this day, but he had gotten laid by his mother, the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world. "Thank you for a wonderful Valentine's Day, Mother," he said softly, turning and facing her again. "You're welcome," she smiled at him mischievously, "but it's not over yet." "What, what, do you mean there's more," he asked, hardly daring to believe there could be more. What could she mean, he wondered. Maybe they were going to make love for the rest of the day. That would be unbelievable. Even as he thought about it, he felt a tingle of excitement trickle through his shrunken manhood. "Why don't you take a quick nap," she smiled at him, slowly sitting up, sending her breasts into a fit of shaking and wiggling, "and when you wake up I will have your other present ready." "Okay, I could use a little rest," he yawned, "I'm getting worn out trying to keep up with you." "Oh, you naughty little boy," she laughed, standing up. "Go night-night for a while and Mommy will get your other present ready for you." The events of the morning had drained Tim emotionally and physically and within moments he was asleep again. He felt as if he had only slept for a moment when he felt himself being coaxed to wakefulness by a wet warmness enveloping his sleeping manhood. Lazily, he drifted toward consciousness and opened his eyes. Groggily, he saw his mother sitting between his legs with his cock in her hands. Unable to comprehend what she was doing, he was enjoying the feel of her hands as she gently massaged his floppy prick. First Valentines Day After... What in the world was happening, he wondered as a paralyzing jolt of panic tore through his brain. Why was she doing this to him, he struggled to remember. Then suddenly, it all came back to him and he slowly relaxed. "Oh, you're finally awake," she smiled up continuing to caress his big, soft dick. "I thought you were going to sleep all day, so I decided to wake you up." "Huh," he responded sleepily, looking over at the clock and seeing that it was five o'clock already. He had slept for more than four hours, but his thoughts were still muddled and slow, as he tried to shake the cobwebs from his mind. Looking back at his mother, it took him several moments to realize that she had removed her lingerie and was naked. God, she was beautiful, he thought to himself as he drunkenly leered at her. "What's wrong?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face, "You look drunk." "I have never seen you naked before Mom," he mumbled, "and you're, you're just so, so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at you." "Oh, My," she blushed brightly, starting to raise her arms to cover her large, round breasts, but stopping, "that was the most wonderful compliment any man has ever given me." "I meant every word of it," he asserted. "You're lovely and I Love you with all my heart." "Shush that up before you make me cry," she laughed softly, but couldn't stop two big, wet tears from coursing down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," Tim apologized, not sure what to do or say, "I didn't mean to make you cry." "Well," she began, wiping the tears from her cheeks, "I have your last gift ready if you would like it. It is very special but only if you like it, OK." "Really?" he said, quickly looking around the room without seeing any evidence of a gift. "Yes, Silly," she smirked at him as she watched him looking around the room. "I don't see it." As he watched on with anticipation, his mother slowly got up to her hands and knees. "Would you like this," she asked him, turning and presenting him with her upturned beautiful butt. "What, uh, what the......." he stammered as he stared at her glistening behind, "you mean, uh, you mean........" "I mean would you like to have my other place," she said softly, "it is the place that women keep for only those men who are very, very special. I have never given it to another man. And you are my very, very special person on this very special day. I want you to have Mommy's virgin anus, Mommy's shit-chute. It's a tight cherry for you to pop on this memorable day darling." Tim was speechless as he stared at his mother's beautifully rounded bottom. It was a wondrous work of art. Both of the big, soft globes of flesh were flawlessly soft, yet firm at the same time. It wasn't hard, but it didn't sag either. It was perfection, then as his eyes sought out the core of her other place. He suddenly realised that she had liberally coated her anus with some kind of lubricant and that was why her ass was glistening in the dull light. Then with another revelation, he touched his cock and found it covered with the same slippery substance. A bolt of sheer sexual excitement tore though his brain as it finally came to him what she had planned. She wanted him to take her in the ass. Tim nearly fainted with rapture as saw his mother looking over her shoulder at him expectantly. "Well, can't you make up your mind?" she asked him, slowly undulating her beautiful derriere at him enticingly. "Oh, God, YES Mother," he blurted out, struggling up to his hands and knees behind her. "You're going to have to be gentle," she cautioned him when she felt his hands on her hips, "you're big and Mommy's rectum is small and still virgin, you might hurt me badly." "Oh, Mother, I don't want to do this," he complained, "if it's going to hurt you." "It's OK honey, I think I can take you this way," she smiled at him, "but you're just going to have to be gentle, that's all. After all, love being buggered my baby!"" "I will, I promise," he gushed out as his cock slowly started to harden and stand out. "Not too slow, though," she told him inching back toward him, "because you'll have to get it in me before it gets too big or it will never fit." "Okay," he muttered, taking hold of his hardening maleness and scooting up behind her upturned butt. Because his cock wasn't hard, he grabbed it with both hands to hold it still. Leaning forward, he slowly placed the great bulbous head of his prick on the tiny, little wrinkled opening to his mother's tight anal opening. Slowly, he began to lean toward her as he felt her pushing back against him. Both of them were straining hard, but nothing happened for the longest time. "Oh, Tim, I'm sorry, but I don't think OH MY GOD," she winced in pain as the swollen head of his cock finally popped through the hot, clinging ring of muscles surrounding her anus. "WAIT ... DON'T MOVE WAIT! Ohhhh ... your cock splitting me ... uuuhhhhhg." Tim felt as if his cock was going to be decapitated as the strong ring of muscles encircling her asshole clamped down around his growing cock. He could not believe it, but the head of his penis was inside his mother's rectum. He had never felt anything so tight and hot and excruciatingly wicked before. It was all he could do to keep from erupting inside of her at this very moment and he hadn't even fucked her. He knew that no matter what, he would not be able to last long inside the fiery channel of his mother's anus. But, if she wanted him to fuck her in the ass, he was determined to fuck her lovely ass. He looked at what he has done and found that his cock is fully embedded into his mother's asshole. He opened her ass cheeks with his hands to better enjoy the sight, it was awesome. "What... What does it looks like?" Andrea asked from under the pillow. "No damage, Mom," he grinned: "Get ready now, we go!" "Ouch! Be careful, this is the first time... Oh my God! Oh my God, it burns... Oohhh ...slowly, Baby, push it gently," she whimpered as she groaned and pushed back against her son's invading penis. Straining with the effort to force himself inside the inviolable stricture of his mother's ass, it was all Tim could do to keep from cumming. At least his cock was now hard enough, he could let go of it. Releasing himself, he grabbed onto his mother's round, firm thighs and forcefully pulled her back onto himself. Slowly, inch by inch, his horrendous cock was disappearing into his mother's asshole. He was big and she was so tight, there was no indication of her asshole, it seemed he just disappeared into her ass. Finally, he had his hard, throbbing peter buried up his mother's asshole. "Oh, Baby, Please, Just wait for a minute till Mommy' shit-hole get accustomed to it," she implored him as she stood before him on her hands and knees with her head hanging down, "I just need a minute to relax my chute, please." Stopping at his mother's request, Tim slowly felt his way down to his mother's drooling, empty womanhood. Running his finger up the wet, fleshy furrow of her vagina, he searched for his clitoris. Finally, he finally found the swollen little button. Quickly, he began to flick and toy with it as his mother moaned her approval. Then as he played with her clitoris with one hand, he slowly eased one, and then two fingers up into her deserted womanhood. As he did, he could feel the hard rigidity of his cock through the delicate, thin layer of tissues separating his mother's asshole from her vagina. His mother's legs were slowly creeping farther and farther apart as he slowly finger fucked her and played with her clitoris. "Push it in, Baby," she finally told him, "I want to take all of you in my ass." Pulling his fingers out of her cunt, he grasped her hips again and quickly began to pull her back onto his stiff, jutting weapon. As he did, he felt his cock begin to slide into her again. Then he felt her grunt and shove herself back at him forcefully. The combination of their efforts quickly forced his cock down into the very core of her asshole and the impalement did not stop until his belly slapped up against her soft, rounded butt. "Oh, God, I don't believe it," his mother groaned, "I can't believe that I took all of your penis up my rectum." "Every last inch," Danny grunted, still labouring to control the urge to dump his load into her asshole. "It's beginning to feel good, now," she crooned, "and I want you to fuck Mommy's tight ass-hole for a long time." "I want to, Mother, but you are so hot and tight," he told her, "I don't know how long I can last." "Okay, Baby, but go as long as you can, for Mommy." Knowing that he was only moments away from exploding inside the hot, compressed channel of his mother's asshole, he quickly jerked his cock back almost all the way out. Then, with a loud grunt, he slammed his cock back into the enlarged channel of her asshole. It was all he could take. "That's right son, it's me... It's Mom... You're fucking your very own mother right in the ass... I gave birth to you and now I'm forcing you to fuck me in the ass... Look son look... Look at who you're fucking... You're having sodomized incest with your mother..." she was uttering like she is insane and the passion of the moment overwhelmed him and he felt his cock buck and detonate inside of her. "OH FUCK MOMMY I'M SORRY," he bellowed out as his cock sent the first giant gusher of white-hot semen spewing out onto the sensitive lining of his mother's colon. "OH, BABYYYYYYYY," she screeched, unable to stop herself from falling headlong into another mind boggling orgasm. At the same time she reached behind and spread her cheeks for him, telling him, "Yes baby, come in mommy's ass, come, yes, oh fuck, fill me baby...fill Mommy's ass-hole with that hot cum." He felt like a bomb exploding in his head, such was the violence of his release. "Oh my God, I feel it!" Andrea panted painfully, "I can feel your cum filling my ass!" Neither of them could stop their bodies from shaking and quivering as unfathomable currents of pure sexual pleasure flowed through their bodies unabated. The pleasure they felt was so pure and intense, it threatened to overload their pleasure circuits and leave both of them insane. Unknowingly, Tim's hands had found his mother's great, pendant breasts as they hung down underneath her. Grabbing them, he pulled on them, using them for a fulcrum as he drove his spurting, spewing manhood deeper and deeper into the overflowing cavern of her ass. "OH FUCKING GOD ABOVE," his mother screamed as her body writhed and shook, "I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE ITTTTTT." Tim hung onto his mother for dear life as his cock continued to empty itself into her drenched, sodden asshole. Finally, it couldn't bring itself to reload and fire as it begin to rapidly shrink and slither back down his mother's battered and abused asshole. His whole body was on the brink of total exhaustion as he slowly fell backward jerking his shrinking maleness from his mother aching asshole. "Ouch," she yelped as his cock popped out of her asshole with farting noise. "Ooops, sorry baby, Mommy couldn't control that fart,' she whispered blushing, "you have over stretched my ass-hole." "How does it look like?" she asked, half embarrassed and half intrigued. "Hmmm..." Tim smiled, since the tissue wasn't yet closing back and the hole was gaping open, "It's most definitely not a virgin hole any more Mom." "Oh, it was so cute!" she complained in mocking sorrow. "You've got a cherry popped today Mom" He added, with open satisfaction. "Yeah!" she agreed, "We have to celebrate, that was awesome!" But then she collapsed on her face as Tim fell onto his back. Neither of them had the energy nor desire to talk and within moments they were both asleep. Tim didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it was dark outside when he was finally able to force his eyes open. Reaching over, he flicked on the lamp. Looking down, he saw that it was nine o'clock. Damn, he thought to himself, what a birthday. He and his mother had spent the entire day fucking and sucking and eating. He would never, ever forget this birthday in a million years. Looking around, he could find no evidence of their transgression. He was lying under the cover of his freshly made bed that smelled fresh and clean, but he could not remember if it was the same bedding that had been on the bed last night or not. Shaking his head, he smiled at the prospect of future assignations with his mother when he heard his mother coming up the stairs. It was funny, he thought, how well you got to know one's step when you lived together for so long. Waiting anxiously, he watched the door to see if she was coming back to his room. Then she suddenly appeared in the door, holding a tray with a heart shaped Valentine's Day cake on it. Disappointed, Tim noticed that she was now dressed in a soft pastel summer dress. It was a little low cut, but it definitely wasn't sexually provocative. Puzzled, he smiled at her. "Oh, my Valentine is finally awake," his mother said as she strolled into his room. "It's about time. I was going to wake you up anyway, even if you were asleep." "Well, Mom," he yawned and smiled, "it's your fault. You wore me out." "What do you mean by that," she asked him, a grin on her face as she leaned down to set the tray down on his bed stand. "You know what I mean," he grinned lasciviously starring down the front of his mother's dress at her breasts. Seeing him looking down the front of her dress, Andrea blushed and stood up quickly. "Didn't you get that backward, Mom," he leered at her obscenely as he reached out and slipped his hand up under her dress.