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Happy Birthday M

By: 1SpiceyAngel



I only had a few hours to get everything set up. I had been planning this for months, wanting everything to be perfect for your special day. You had just left for town and I know you were wondering why I was so anxious for you to get going. You were going to stock up on supplies in preparation for the storm that was predicted for the weekend. I could hardly contain my excitement as I shooed you out the door. 

I watched as your truck disappeared around the bend in the driveway then burst into action. I had everything hidden in the back of the supply closet under the camping gear we hadn't used since last summer. I had been gathering everything here and there, sneaking it in without you noticing. Candles, scented massage oils, bubble bath, a special sheet for the bed and various other toys for our entertainment.

I hurried to prepare the bedroom, placing the candles about the loft, on the railing and on dressers. I placed the toys and other accessories close to the bed, ready for our later entertainment.

Then to the kitchen to prepare a simple meal for us. Leaving the food in the refrigerator and setting everything else up for us at the coffee table in front of the fire place. More candles placed on the mantle and tables around the room and logs ready to be lit in the fireplace. I put a special CD in the stereo that I had mixed just for tonight and then stood back to inspect my work. Everything was perfect for a night of pampering. Now it was time to get myself ready.

I hopped in the shower, quickly readying myself for you. Using your favorite scented shampoo and body wash and later after drying off, lotion of the same scent all over my body. Soft, subtle scent, knowing it would drive your senses wild. Keeping my makeup light and my hair down, I dressed quickly, knowing you could be home at any moment.

I lit all of the candles in the bathroom and in the loft then lit the candles I had placed on each step as I went back downstairs. I moved through the livingroom, lighting candles and the fire, turning on the stereo.

Everything was perfect, and just in time as I heard you coming up the drive. I rushed to put out the food and wine, placing it all on the coffee table. One last check around the room as I hear you coming up the front steps. As you open the door, I slowly turn to face you.

I smile gently at the look of surprise on your face. "Happy Birthday lover." I walk toward you, putting a little extra sway into my walk drawing your attention to how I'm dressed. Wearing only an aqua green calf length dress, thin straps and body hugging, it was clear that there was nothing underneath but me.

I take your hand in mine, leading you into the room, watching you as you take in all that I've done. The music playing softly in the background, the crackle of the fire, the food and wine, the candles all around the room, leading up the stairs to what will soon be a place of pure decadence.

Looking back to me, you grin and say "Well now! You have been busy while I was gone. We've got supplies to haul in but I don't think you're dressed for the occasion!"

We both chuckle a little and I say, "Oh I think the supplies can wait until morning. It's cold enough out to keep things fresh." Knowing this went against every bone in your body, I pulled you further into the room. "I promise, you won't regret waiting." With a wink I help you out of your coat and lead you to the couch.

"Sit down baby and let me pamper you. I've been planning this for so long and I want you to enjoy every moment that this night offers."

You smile up at me as you settle down onto the cushions. I kneel on the floor by your feet and lean down to help you remove your boots, making sure you are totally comfortable.

Looking up into your eyes I say, "This is your night, love. Whatever you want, you will get. I am here to please you." I watch as you take a deep breath and see your eyes get dark, your pupils expanding.

You start to reach for me but I stop you with a hand on your chest, pushing you back into the cushions. Laughing I say, "Not yet Michael. The time will come soon enough. First we build up your energy because you're going to need it." I grin at you then turn to pour us each a glass of wine. I hand you your glass, take mine, then say, "To you baby. You are such a wonderful, loving, generous man. I hope I make at least one of your wishes come true tonight." Touching our glasses together in a toast, we each take a sip, looking into each others eyes.

I turn again to the table, setting my glass down and reaching for a platter of veggies, cheese, meat and fruit. I turned to you with a strawberry in hand, bringing it to your mouth. You take my wrist in your hand, holding me steady as you flick your tongue over the berry before biting into it, causing me to catch my breath.

You slowly slide down to the floor beside me, leaning back against the couch and pulling me close to you. We begin to feed each other, watching closely as we nibble, bite, lick our lips. This doesn't last long before you say, "Enough! I have to taste you!" You pull me to you, wrapping a hand around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss, licking around my lips, my breath ragged, panting as you slowly devour my mouth.

Turning to face you more, pressing my body tightly against yours I delve my fingers into your hair, pulling you closer. Our tongues swirling together in a dance of passion. Both of us quickly losing control.

You pull away from me, standing and taking my hand, drawing me to my feet. You lead me around the table to stand in front of the fire, pulling me into your arms, we start to sway with the music. As close to dancing as you get. You slide your hands up and down my arms, raising goose bumps. I sigh, loving your touch, and turn m y head to kiss your chin, your neck. Reaching up to unbutton a couple buttons, sliding my mouth down to your collar bone. Hearing your breath catch, loving how I affect you.

I run my fingers up your back, under your shirt, lightly kneading the muscles there, hearing you moan in pleasure at my touch. Easing your shirt the rest of the way out of your waistband and running my fingers up and down your sides and chest. Flicking your nipples on occasion just to feel you start. Grinning at your reaction.

You chuckle lightly, tipping my face up to you with a finger under my chin. You say, "Are you enjoying teasing me?"

I smile at you and say, "Ah baby, I'm not teasing you. Every touch and kiss is a promise of more to come."

With that you stop moving, pulling me up on my toes and kiss me passionately. Delving into my mouth with your tongue, starting a new dance between us. I wrap my arms around you, trying to get closer to you. Wanting to become a part of you. We both groan, hands beginning to roam frantically. Your touch causing me to burn. Igniting a fire in me that would never go out. You press your hands to my sides, just under my breasts, thumbs just brushing the underside, driving me slowly insane.

"Michael, please, please! I need you now!"

You rumble your pleasure deep in your chest, turning me away from you, my back pulled tightly to you, you kiss my neck as your hands roam up and down my body. Tracing over my hips, stomach, breasts. Following the neckline of my dress, sliding the straps down over my arms, the only thing holding up the bodice is my nipples.

You pinch them, tweaking them, causing me to moan. I lean my head back giving your lips better access to me, wrapping my arms around your hips, stroking your thighs. I can feel your cock pressed up against my ass. Your hips gently thrusting against me. You continue to kiss and nibble my neck and shoulders while one hand massages my breasts, the other sliding down my stomach to stroke my pussy through my dress. You can instantly feel how wet I am as I soak your finger through my dress. 

"Yes baby, oh god I can't believe how wet you are!" 

You bite down on my neck as you rub my clit, the material of my dress causing such a wonderful friction. I spread my legs just a little bit, seeking more from you. I reach behind me to cup your erection in my hand, stroking you through your pants.

Both of us needing each other desperately, you walk me forward to the easy chair in front of us, placing me with my knees on the arms and leaning over the back. You raise the skirt of my dress up over my hips to find me bare to your gaze. I look over my shoulder, smiling at you. "I do believe this is something you requested of me at one time." I say with a laugh.

You chuckle and say, "Oh yes baby, this is EXACTLY how I want you." 

You kneel down and start licking up my inner thighs, making me weak with passion. Your hands stroking up and down my thighs and ass. Softly smacking my ass now and then as your tongue finds it's way to my pussy lips, gently parting them, teasing them. You flick my clit ever so softly, causing me to jump and groan. Over and over again you flick and lick, making my pussy lips swell. You thrust your tongue into me, fucking me with it, making me ride your tongue like I want to ride your cock. You reach up with one hand, pinching my nipples, the other hand working my clit. I suddenly explode, my orgasm coming out of nowhere. Your tongue lapping up my juices.

You quickly get to your feet, drop your pants and thrust your rock hard cock deep inside of me. Grabbing me by the hips and thrusting hard and fast. Fucking me like never before. Reaching around me to flick my clit, pinching it, making my orgasm roll on and on. Pulsing around your cock as you slam into me. You reach up with the other hand, grabbing a handful of hair, forcing me to arch my back, my breasts thrusting out.

I open my eyes and realize you can see our reflection in the window. With the candle light behind us, it is acting just like a mirror. You can see my every expression, can see the way my breasts bounce as you pound into me. My eyes meet yours in the window, my breath catches as I see the look of pure primal need in your face. You look vicious as you fuck me even harder. Your cock expanding inside of me.

And then, with a roar, you thrust into me one last time, cumming deep inside of me, pushing in as far as you can, your cock pulsing, shooting load after load of cum against my cervix, causing me scream as I cum yet again, my pussy milking your cock of every drop.

You collapse against me, our bodies sliding together down into the chair. You wrapped around me, fingers still on my clit, cock still in my pussy, the other arm wrapped tight around my stomach, holding me close to you.

As we lay there catching our breaths, you say, "Shanna, this was a wonderful surprise. Thank you."

I look at you over my shoulder and say, "Oh Michael, the night is only just beginning."

...to be continued

Happy Birthday, Mary



My wife, Mary, turned 50 a couple of weeks ago. For her age, she's still in remarkably good nick. OK, so her bum is a bit broader that it was when she 30, and her boobs droop a bit more, but on the whole, she's still a very good looking woman.

To celebrate her birthday, we decided to go away to a country house hotel for the weekend. We checked in at about 2pm on the Saturday, unpacked, and then went for a bit of an 'explore' along the edge of the lake that is just down the hill from the hotel. We must have been out for about two hours altogether and when we got back -- at about 4pm -- my wife said that she felt like a bit of a nap. Sometimes when she says she feels like a bit of a nap she really means that she feels like a bit of sex. But this time she really did mean that she felt like a nap, and she was asleep in about three minutes flat.

While Mary had her restorative sleep, I wandered down to the bar is search of a cold drink. I had just settled down with a long glass of orange juice and club soda when a whole group of people came into the bar area wearing name tags and carrying folders of one sort or another. I didn't take too much notice of them. I was more interested in studying the little stack of brochures I had gathered to see what Mary and I might do on the Sunday.

I had pretty much decided on the boat trip out on the lake, when a voice nearby said: 'Hello, Mike. Fancy seeing you here.' It was a woman's voice, quite deep and slightly husky, and even before I looked up I knew who it was going to be. And it was.

Lyn was an old girlfriend who I thought was now living in Scotland. It turned out that she was, but she was also travelling a good deal, running team-working courses of some kind -- which was what she was doing at the hotel that weekend. I offered her a drink, but she said that she still had quite a few things to do. 'I'd love to catch up later though,' she said.

When I got back to the room, Mary was just waking up. 'What have you been up to?' she asked. I told her that I had been investigating what there was to do in the area. I also told her about running into Lyn. Now Mary and Lyn had never actually met -- although, obviously, each knew who the other was. I said that Lyn had suggested getting together later and watched Mary's face for some sort of reaction. But all she said was: 'Oh, OK.' Whether this was 'Oh, OK' good or 'Oh, OK' bad I couldn't tell.

Shortly before seven, we went downstairs to the dining room where I had reserved a table overlooking the garden -- which at night was all lit up. I had also told the maître d' that it was Mary's birthday, and I had arranged to have a couple of glasses of Veuve Cliquot champagne ready for when we arrived. We were just sipping the champagne and working out what we were going to eat when I noticed Lyn come into the dining room and sit all by herself at a table at the other end of the room. She was sitting with her back to us and I'm pretty sure that she didn't even notice us.

The meal was very good. We also had another glass of wine. And we were just finishing the last of our wine when I noticed Lyn getting up from her table and walking towards the lounge area. This time she did see us. She even gave me a little wave.

'That's Lyn,' I said to Mary. 'The woman in the black dress who is just leaving.'

Mary looked at the disappearing Lyn and said: 'Oh. We should have invited her to have a drink with us.'

'Well, we still could,' I said, not sure at that point whether Mary really meant it.

'Or we could all go and have a drink in the lounge,' Mary suggested.

And that's what we did. I introduced the two girls and went off to organise some drinks and, when I got back, they were chatting away like old friends.

After a second after-dinner drink, Lyn went off to 'powder her nose'. 'So, what do you think of Lyn?' I asked Mary.

'I'm surprised you ever let her get away,' Mary said. 'She's really nice. And very sexy.'

I said something like: 'Yeah, but so are you. And you're looking particularly hot tonight, Birthday Girl.'

Mary just smiled. And then she said: 'Do you think Lyn might like to join us for a drink in our suite?'

(Our room wasn't actually a suite, but it was quite spacious. There was certainly enough space to entertain.)

'Let's ask,' I said. 'And we did. And without a moment's hesitation, Lyn said yes.

Back in the room, I found a music station that was playing suitably smooth jazz, and then I got out the bottle of brandy that we had brought with us (for medicinal purposes) and poured three generous-sized drinks. 'Cheers,' I said.

'And happy birthday,' Lyn said, and leaned over and kissed Mary full on the lips.

Somewhat to my surprise, Mary just smiled and said: 'Thank you. I think I like having birthdays.' And then Lyn kissed her again, this time it was a long lingering kiss. And, again, Mary just smiled.

Then, after we had all had a sip of our drinks, Lyn said: 'Why don't I help you take off that dress. It's such a pretty dress, and it would be a pity to get it crushed.'

At this point, Mary looked across at me with an expression that said: What do you reckon? And I looked back at her with an expression that (I hope) said: It's up to you, girl. And then, after the briefest hesitation, Mary stood up and allowed Lyn to unzip her dress and help her out of it.

The birthday girl was now standing there in her sexy new red lacy bra and matching knickers (a birthday present from yours truly). Lyn then said that she thought she should probably take off her own dress. And she did.

The two girls were now both down to their underwear and I could feel a serious stirring in my pants. Lyn gently steered Mary over to the king-sized bed and laid her on her back. She then started covering Mary with little kisses, starting at her feet and working , slowly, upward towards her inner thighs and her satin-covered pussy. While Lyn was doing this, Mary started playing with her breasts, rubbing them with the palms of her hands, and then circling her nipples with her fingertips. By the time Mary had lifted one breast out of her bra completely, I had my pants down and my cock in hand.

When Lyn reached Mary's satin-covered pussy, she used the tip of her nose -- the tip of her rather elegant nose -- to caress Mary's by-then pronounced camel toe. And then she teasingly pulled down Mary's knickers to expose Mary's swollen pussy lips and went to work with her tongue. A few minutes of this, and Lyn removed her own knickers and moved around to straddle Mary's face so that Mary could tongue Lyn's pussy while she went back to work on Mary's.

By then, my own powers of self-control were being severely tested. I kept feeling that I was in danger of going over the edge. But, greedy bastard that I am, I wanted the feeling to go on and on.

Eventually, Lyn came up for air, glanced my way, and said to Mary: 'If you would like a hard cock in that beautiful pussy, I think I know where we can find one.' Mary just grinned.

I didn't need a second invitation. In no time at all, my pants were completely off and I was lining up to enter my wife's slick wet fuck hole. 

To be honest, I didn't last very long. I started with long, slow thrusts -- and the intention of lasting all night. But within a minute or so, I was pounding away like my life depended on it. And in another dozen or so strokes I was filling Mary with hot juice.

For few moments, Mary and I just lay there with me still inside her. And then I felt Lyn sliding a saliva-coated finger down between my buttocks towards my arsehole. I knew what was coming and my cock twitched at the thought of it. As Lyn finger-fucked my arse, my cock started to harden again.

'Can I have a turn now,' Lyn asked Mary.

'I think you should,' Mary said.

I have to say that when Lyn asked if she could 'have a turn', and Mary said that she thought she should, I was more than a little surprised. It had been about 12 years since Lyn and I had last fucked. And I think Mary thought that I remembered her a little too fondly. 

Sometimes when we are having sex -- especially if it is really hot -- Mary says: 'You thought you were fucking Lyn, didn't you, you bastard.' Mind you, I sometimes get right back at her. Just before we got married, Mary had a fling with an 18-year-old student. 'And I assume you must have been thinking of Justin,' I say. 

But I didn't have my hopes too high. I figured that she was just teasing -- possibly teasing both of us. And even that in itself was pretty exciting. 

When I pulled out of Mary, my half-hard cock was covered in pussy juice and cum. 

'I think we should clean you up a bit first,' Mary said. And she almost leapt off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Moments later she was back again with a warm, damp face cloth, and was ministering to my member. 

By then, I had rolled over onto my back. And Lyn had pulled off my shirt and was sort of kneeling on the bed covering my chest with little kisses. While she was doing this, I reached between her legs and found her pussy. And it felt so good. It immediately reminded me of the old days. 

Mary shaves the action area of her pussy and keeps the hair above trimmed in a sort of crew cut. But Lyn still had the full bush that I remembered from when we were together. Lyn always did have the softest pussy hair you can imagine, certainly the softest pussy hair that I have ever known. I used to call it her baby hair. And it was good to see -- feel -- that it was still as soft as ever. 

Given that I didn't really expect Mary to let me actually fuck Lyn, I lost no time at all in getting my fingers into her slippery slot. And, happily, she adjusted her position to make it easier for me to do so. 

And then, after another two or three minutes of this, with Mary sucking my cock back to full attention, Lyn suddenly took charge. 

'Out of the way,' she said to me. 'Let's do this before one of us gets sensible and has second thoughts.' 

She pushed Mary back onto her back, her legs spread, and settled down between them so that she could tongue Mary's pussy. At the same time, she stuck her well-padded but firmly-toned arse out behind her and gave me a wink. 'I'm sure you can remember what to do,' she said. 

And I could. Doggy-style had always been our favourite position, and we just took up where had left off 12 years earlier. 

While I plunged into her with long leisurely strokes, I also managed to massage her rosebud and then plugged her with my thumb. She had always been a fan of this, and pretty soon I could feel that she was on the verge of coming. I kept it up for another minute or so, and then pulled my cock out of her pussy and eased it into her arsehole. Another three or four strokes and she was there. 

That night, I slept between two hot and dirty ladies -- the first time that had happened since I was about 19. 

In the morning, Lyn had to leave early for a morning session with her seminar / workshop / whatever. And, after that, she was heading back up to Scotland. 

We said our goodbyes, and then Mary and I went back to bed for an hour or so where we discussed the events of the previous evening while she gave a nice long-and-leisurely 'good morning' hand job. 

Just the other day, we got an email from Lyn. It said that she was going to be down our way later in the year and that she hoped that we could all get together for a drink or something. I must say that 'or something' sounds pretty good to me.



Happy Birthday: Mary's Gift



It is dawn, and the cool morning air drifts in through the window. Your clothes and mine are strewn all over the floor, an untidy reminder of the urgency with which me made love the night before. You are wrapped in my arms, snug with your back against me. I awaken before you do, watching you, savouring the sweet perfection of your body next to me. I inhale the light but heady scent of your hair deep within me. Clad in just the wispy red thong that you bought for me, I climb up on the bed and kneel by your side. I pull your panties down to your feet just as you awaken. I toss them aside, smiling almost innocently as I bend down to take your big toe in my lips, sucking on gently as my tongue runs over the tip salaciously. You're still sleepy, and everything still seems just a little hazy. 

I linger for a while; letting you protest, then lick my way up your calf softly. Slowly, my tongue works its way up to lap at your thighs. Pausing there for a moment, I look up at you and smile lovingly. I lean down, parting your thighs and place my mouth close to your wetness, watching you squirm as I gently blow air on your clit. You feel my lips encircling your clit, my tongue running softly over your moist clitoris. You quiver and protest for a moment, then lie back and surrender to the pleasure as it flows through you. 

The tip of my tongue makes light and gentle circles over your clit, softly arousing you. Your clit grows firmer, and your moistness becomes wetness. I savour the creamy nectar of your love. I moisten my of my index finger, then slide it gently into your wetness until the fingertip reaches your g-spot...

I pause for a moment, smiling and seeing the need in your eyes, and then begin to tongue your clit faster and faster, fingering your g-spot with my fingertip in unison. My other hand moves up your body and catches your nipple, rolling it in time with my caresses. You remain passive, letting me gently awaken your body and mind. Slowly but surely, you respond; your moistness becomes wetness; you put your hand on your mound and pull up gently to allow me to get at your clitoris more readily.

I lick at your clit faster and faster, and you tighten uncontrollably on my finger. Confident that I have your full attention, I thrust myself deeper within you, my finger caressing your g-spot more urgently. I tongue-tease you, holding your clit in place with my lips while my tongue chases it around in my mouth. 

You writhe on the bed, tortured by the pleasure that builds within you. Your nipples are hard, your back is arched. Your breath quickens and you know the moment is close. You resist for a while, trying to deny the irresistible. I urge you on, lapping at your clit with wild abandon. You feel me curl my finger inside you, pressing upon your g-spot with just the perfect pressure, exactly right where you like it. You endure for just a while more, until your body submits to the demanding yet gentle tip of my tongue and the small but sure strokes of fingertip upon your g-spot.

You spasm on my finger, screaming as the climax invades your body and mind, my fingers and tongue driving you higher and higher with relentless strokes on your clit. You gasp, your head tilted back, your hands clutching at the sheets. 

You begin to come again as your wetness floods onto my lips and I lap it all into me, swallowing your gift as you come once again. Your thighs press against my cheeks as you clamp your legs together, and you trap my finger inside you, squeezing it hard with your wetness. You find me relentless, for I tongue-torture your clit and finger your g-spot and nipple wickedly. Inundated by pleasure, your whole body resonates as you cry out my name. The climax endures, continuing wildly as your body cries out for respite but your soul demands more as you come, and come, and come one last time.

I move back up the bed, lying behind you and hugging you close to me. I run my fingers through your hair, soothing your long silken curls back into place. I take you in my arms, rubbing your tummy with one hand and caressing your cheek with the other as you close your eyes and surrender to that sleepy feeling. I pull the blanket over us to encapsulate our warmth. You feel my lips on your neck as I kiss you softly and soothe you back into dreamland. 

Engulfed by my love, you feel warm, safe and secure. I feel you drift back into a light slumber. And just as you fall asleep, perhaps you heard me whisper "I love you, Happy Birthday."



Happy Birthday Mom



This story contains sexual acts between a 21 year old daughter, mother, father and a couple men. If sex of this nature bothers you, move on. Otherwise, please leave your comments. All participants are over the age of 18.

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Ray and I sat in the living room watching a movie of some kind. It was a Wednesday night and my wife's 40th birthday was just hours away. Ray was excited as we had a busy weekend planned with good friends. Both of us had participated in numerous sexual experiences over the years, but this weekend was to be our best yet. What we didn't know was the gift that was about to enter our home with our beautiful and sexy 21 year old daughter Melanie. 

Ray was still dressed from her day wearing a short black skirt, black nylons and a white blouse. Her nylons were the kind with the seam running up the back and the skirt was the sort with the zipper that went from top to bottom off to the side. The white blouse hugged her tits showing off her nipples, and her short hair and makeup still looked perfect even after a long day at work.

As we sat and chatted about our day, the front door opened and then closed. In walked Melanie. She was also in a short black skirt and tank top with flip flops on her feet. She looked amazing. I have fucked my daughter a few times and I never tire of looking at her sexy frame and beautiful face. My wife has also fucked her as I have watched. It is a sight to witness.

Surprised by her presence, we greeted her with a hello and hugs. Melanie and I pressed our bodies together in our embrace. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. I wanted to strip her right there and fuck her with her mother. 

Melanie giggled and then said, "I have your birthday present mommy!" 

"My birthday is not for another three hours baby so maybe you should wait," Ray said.

"This one is not going to wait so just stand right right there and do not move," Melanie demanded.

Walking around the corner she simply waved her hand. Returning she had two tall black men behind her.

"What is this and what is going on," Ray inquired?

"This is your Birthday present mom! These two members of my Basketball team at the University spent the last few hours fucking me and now they are going to do the same to you!" 

Ray developed a rather large smile and then quickly moved in their direction. Reaching down she stroked their cocks on the outside of their jeans. As Ray moaned out loud at the size, Melanie moved behind her and pulled her mom into her chest. Reaching around the front of her mother, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off of her frame exposing her glorious tits. She then inched the zipper of her skirt down and watched as it hit the floor. Unhooking her mothers bra, it dropped to the floor. As Melanie stepped away, Ray was still stroking the fabric covered cocks in front of her with these two 6'5" black men standing over her 5'3" body enjoying the show.

Ray dropped to her knees clad only in her thigh high nylons and thong. Both men quickly unbuttoned their jeans allowing their huge black cocks to spring out in front of them. Dropping their jeans to the floor and pulling their t-shirts over their heads, they were quickly naked in front of my beautiful white wife. The contrast between my wife and black men is such a turn on for me. I love to watch her experience pure pleasure. 

As Ray quickly took their semi-hard cocks into her mouth, alternating between them, Melanie grabbed my hand and led me to the Sofa. "There is no reason why we cannot enjoy ourselves," Mel said with a smile.

Still standing, I began to unbutton her skirt and pushed it to the floor. Her pink bra cam into view as I lifted her tank top over her head exposing her bare 36c tits. Pushing Mel onto the sofa, I quickly spread her legs. Her thong was wet from the prior assault she was sure of have had. Running my tongue up the inside of her thigh I worked my way to her cunt and then licked the fabric covering her pussy. She shook from the sensation as the heat from my mouth warmed her already hot pussy.

Ray had now worked both cocks to full staff. Both were as big as her fore arm and had to be at least 10" long. One of the guys pulled her up and walked her back to the coffee table. Laying her on her back, he knelt between her legs. Pulling her thong to the side, he wasted no time burying his tongue into her cunt. The other man quickly stood over her head and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and fucked her throat. Ray gagged from the assault on her face and shook from the pleasure overwhelming per pussy.

As Mel watched her mother enjoy her birthday present, she was herself content with me as I removed her thong and began eating her cum soaked pussy. The saltiness of the cum was wonderful. I have always enjoyed eating a freshly fucked pussy and today was no different. As I worked me tongue deep into her cunt, cum coated my tongue and lips. As I brought Mel to an orgasm, she began to shake. Not unlike her mother, her own juices began to flow and before I knew it she was squirting and covering my face. I drank it up and enjoyed the view from below as my daughter shook and her tits bounced as she squirmed from the excitement. 

Pulling away from Mel's cunt, I turned and watched as Ray shook and also began to squirt from her own orgasm. The guy fucking her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face with his own cum covering her eyes and nose. The guy between her thighs rose up and quickly rammed his cock deep into Ray's pussy. She screamed out loud from the abrupt assault and then quickly relaxed into a series of long moans. The other guy was already stroking his big black cock back to life. 

I stood up and pulled Mel to the edge of the sofa. She took my cock and began to suck it deep into her mouth. In a rather aggressive mood, I grabbed her hair and rammed my 8" cock down her throat. Fucking her mouth and causing her to gag, she dropped her hands down to her side and let me take control. 

"You like it when Daddy fucks your mouth you little slut?" Mel looked up at me and moaned a positive response. I was not the only one that had broken the verbal silence from all of the moaning. "Fuck me with that big black cock and fill me with your cum you fucking stud," Ray screamed. This was more than I could take and before i knew it had my cock jammed down Mel's throat pumping her with my cum. She swallowed every drop. Pulling my cock from her mouth, I kissed her deeply.

Mel and I sat next to each other with her leg hanging over mine. I rubbed her pussy and played with her clit as she worked my cock back to life.

We sat and watched as the guy fucking Ray's pussy deposited his load deep into her cunt. Holding deep into her he covered the insides of her womb with his seed. As he pulled out, the other guy quickly replaced him. His cock was a little bigger and soon had her shaking as orgasm after orgasm caused her body to explode coating his cock with her juices. He did not last long after that and he himself dropped his load deep into her pussy.

Melanie stood up and walked over to the guys. Dropping to her knees she cleaned the combined juices of her mother and these men from their cocks. They quickly dressed and left without a word. Ray was laying, totally spent, on the coffee table with cum dripping from her pussy.

Mel crawled to her mother and began to clean her cunt. Licking her mothers thighs and working her way to her swollen pussy, she slowly licked her mother clean. Before long she was dipping her tongue deep into her mothers pussy and enjoying the cum the two men had left behind. 

Moving behind Mel, I pushed my cock deep into her pussy and began fucking my hot little daughter as she ate her mothers pussy. "Lick mommy's pussy clean baby girl," her mother said. I was ready to explode so I pulled out and moved Mel aside. Putting my cock within an inch of my wife's cunt, I covered her pussy with my cum. Moving out of the way, I looked at Mel and said, "Clean my cum off of your mother." Mel went right back to work and wasted little time in licking her daddy's cum from her mother's cunt. It was a sight to behold. Ray lasted only a few moments before she exploded all over her daughters face, squirting her own cum like a fountain.

As Ray came down from her orgasm, she pulled Mel on top of her. As their tits pressed together, they kissed deeply and Ray thanked her daughter for her birthday present. I sat back and enjoyed the view.

"Well, I cannot imagine what I am getting for my birthday let alone Christmas," I said.

"You will just have to wait and see daddy!"



Happy Birthday, Mon Amour



Finally.

This was the day.

She was 18; she felt as though the world was in her hands. But it was not, and she knew it.

Today, her world was in her Master's hands. 

And he was going to turn it upside-down. 

She had been curious about D/s before; she knew it was something she wanted to at least try. 

Now, her stomach quivered with butterflies and her eyes shifted nervously about the room:

Standing in the doorway looking in, she could see a wall at the back of the room hung with various instruments, some she couldn't even name. 

Her Master led her in by the hand; she stepped carefully across the floor to the left side of the room, where He placed His hands on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

She spread her legs slightly without being told, her back straight, chin up, eyes down, chest out; everything she had read a good slave should do in the most basic stance of presentation. 

Her Dom walked slowly around her; it was all she could do to keep from following his movements with her eyes, instead staring at the floor. 

"Very good, sweetheart," her Master purred as he looked her over. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, smiling to herself. 

Her Master smiled and stroked her long, soft brown hair. "Finally 18. You know I have been waiting a long time for this, Ria," 

"Yes, Sir; as have I." she raised her neck slightly, rubbing her head into his palm as he pet her. 

Damien grinned and walked over to the other side of the room, where there was a sort of throne that only He was allowed to occupy. He sat down and said, "Stand, girl."

Ria stood.

"Come."

She walked over to him.

Damien lifted the arms of His seat off their hidden track and folded them to the sides, leaving room on either side of Him.

"Lay yourself across my lap, girl; ass in the air."

Ria did so, her naked, fleshy, pale bottom upturned in His clothed lap, and He brought His hand down across it sharply. She gasped, but wiggled, wanting more.

"What do you say, Pet?"

"Un, Maitre," 

"Good girl. Since today you are 18, I think as many smacks should be a good start for us today; don't you, love?"

"Oui, Maitre."

His hand made contacted with her bottom again, and He delighted in how her flesh jiggled and settled, a red mark in the shape of His hand appearing on her pale skin.

"Deux, Maitre."

This continued to 18 strokes, until her voice was breaking in an effort to keep from crying from the pain, and He began to rub her ass lightly, His palms massaging her sore cheeks until she was silent once more.

"Good girl," He cooed, sitting her upright in his lap, kissing her cheek. "Now be a good girl and get on all fours on the floor, girl."

Ria did as she was told, her glowing ass up toward her Master, head down. 

He smiled and ran a finger over her bare slit, rubbing her moisture between His thumb and forefinger. "What have we here? Did that turn you on, sweet thing?"

Ria blushed and nodded, her hair sweeping the floor. Damien smiled and slipped a finger into her tight muff, working it in and out, relishing her moans. She moved her hips back to meet his probing finger and was rewarded with a smack on her sore ass. "Look here; such a slut, aren't you?" Ria nodded and tried it again, getting instead another smack. "Are you horny, my little bitch?" 

"Oui, Master. Please may I have you cock?"

"Not so fast, little girl. I think a wanton little thing like you should have to beg for this cock. Sit up on your knees, legs spread."

Ria sat up, eyeing the buldge in her Dom's trousers eagerly, and reached for his fly. 

Damien smacked her hand away, and she placed it back at her side, whimpering. 

Grinning, Damien undid his trousers, slipping them and his shorts to his ankles, his cock already stiff and a drop of precum glistening on the head.

"Is this what you want?" He waved it teasingly before her face. Ria nodded, "Yes, Master. Please may your slave service your cock, Sir?"

"No, not just yet. Pinch those pretty little nipples for me first, girl."

She did so, rolling her nipples until they were pink and stiff, resting nicely on her firm, pert breasts. 

Damien knelt to her level and took a breast in his hand, kneading it gently, bouncing it a little, enjoying the soft weight of it in his hand. His mouth went to her other breast, kissing here and there, licking, nipping gently and finally sucking the nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, making a soft moan as he did so, still massaging the other in his hand.

Ria's head went back as she moaned in delight, arching her back to jut her breasts out more.

Damien smiled and stood again, suddenly balling his hand in Ria's hair, pulling her forward until he felt her mouth on the head of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm . . . . Good girl . . . " he moaned as she sucked it gently, licking around the ridge where it meet the shaft, and gradually took more of it it, her Master's hand on her head guiding her, forcing her up and down as he groaned in pleasure. "Yes . . . such a good girl," he smiled, and could feel his sac tightening as his orgasm drew near. 

He forced himself to take her head away from his crotch and told her to lie down on her back.

Once she did what he had asked, he got on the floor with her, sliding his hands beneath her hips and lowering his face to her smooth, pale pussy. Sliding three fingers into her moist channel, he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as she moaned beneath him. 

Ria reached up to toy with her breasts while he ate her, and could soon feel herself building up, up, up into what was sure to be a splendid climax. 

Damien sensed this and increased his efforts, lashing her sensitive little nub with his tongue as he rubbed and massaged her slippery hole with his fingers.

"Mmmmm . . . " moaned Ria, bucking and thrusting upwards to meet his mouth. "Master, may I please cum? S'il vous plait?" 

"Yes, baby; cum for me; cum for your Master," Damien encouraged and she cried out as the sensations built to a fantastic climax within her, causing her pussy to gush with sweet, clear nectar. Her Dom licked it up eagerly, moaning at her sweet taste. 

Before she could recover, he was on her, pounding her slick pink slit with his thick, hard cock, loving how it tightened around his shaft as he fucked her hard, knowing it would not be much longer.

Suddenly he pulled out and with a groan, jacked his cock onto her delicious body, pumping his warm, creamy load onto her stomach, tits, and face. She smiled and lick up the cum that had fallen around her mouth, and lay back, exhausted and satisfied. 

Once his breathing had calmed, Damien picked up Ria and carried her to the large bed on the other side of the room, coming up close behind her under the sheets. She snuggled into him, rsting her head against his chest.

"I love you, Ria," Damien whispered, taking in the scent of their bodies as he closed his eyes.

"Je t'aime aussi, Master Damien," she breathed, letting her eyelids drop as she drifted to sleep, listening to the deep rhythm of His heart.



Happy Birthday, Mrs. Freemont!



'Dammit, where is that place?'

Those words came from my friend Andy, who was driving the car we were in. I was in the back seat, feeling a bit off since I had been out partying the night before. Sitting in the front passenger seat was Greg, completing the trio that was in the car that day. My name is John, and the three of us were on our way to a birthday party. But not just any birthday party.

Andy, Greg and I are in a band together. At the time of this story, we had been playing for about a year and a half, and things were just starting to pick up for us. We had done some pretty good gigs in the right venues for the right people, and by now we had some interesting offers from various record labels to consider. But today was not about one of those gigs that you do for fame or fortune. This gig had been planned for some time, since back when those interesting offers hadn't surfaced yet, and it was of a more personal sort.

Paul, our rhythm guitar player and the fourth member who completed the quartet that made up our band, was not in the car with us. He was already at the party, waiting for us to arrive with the car and all the instruments and gear which was loaded up in the trunk. The birthday party was for Paul's mother, and since she had apparently been quite a fan of our music since the early demo recordings, we had decided to give her a small, laid-back, acoustic session at the party as a present from the band. Well, to tell the truth, the present was mostly from Paul. We didn't know his family very well, and Andy, Greg and I hadn't really been that keen on doing this gig. It was out of our way, it didn't pay any money, and the likelihood that any important people from the entertainment business would be at the party was practically zero. But, we had agreed to do it anyway, mostly because we didn't want any conflicts within the band now that things were beginning to happen for us.

'This is pointless, where IS that place!?' Andy said with an irritated voice.

We had been driving for 45 minutes to get to the party, and the road directions that Paul had given us the day before had turned out to be pretty vague to say the least. The party was at Paul's childhood home, where his parents had moved in a few years before he was born. None of us had ever been there before, and the place was out in the countryside, surrounded by acres and acres of pineforest. We had located the town, if you could even call it that, but we couldn't find the house. As far as we knew, there was going to be quite a lot of guests at the party, so we drove around looking for a house with a lot of cars parked outside. But we had no luck. Andy was trying to reach Paul on his cell phone, but out here in the woods he had real problems getting a connection.

'Damned phone, it's just typical that it won't work when you really need it!'

Andy's irritation was growing. Greg, who was in the front seat, tried to calm him down a bit, saying that the phone would probably work if we tried again in a few minutes or so. That was Greg's role in the band, besides being the drummer; he was always the calm one, who never got irritated with anyone or anything. Whenever there was an argument over something, like someone being late for rehersals, it was always Greg who stepped in and calmed things down. Now he was doing it with Andy, who was cursing over Paul's lousy directions.

In the meantime, I sat pretty quiet in the back seat. I was cooped up there with a big guitar amplifier that we didn't have room for in the trunk. The old car was hot, the atmosphere was not the best thanks to Andy's anger, and my head was heavy with a hangover from the night before. I had been out with a couple of old friends, and we had ended up downing quite a few beers together. The last couple of weeks, I had spent so much time with the guys in the band that I had really appreciated a night off from them. Perhaps I had gone just a little too far in my drinking because of that, and today I was really regretting that last pint of lager... My attitude to this whole thing was pretty simple. I was going to do my job, and then try to get away from the party as quickly as possible, as I had no real interest in staying once our 'birthday gig' was over. After all, I didn't know anyone there except for Andy, Greg and Paul, and I was honestly in no mood or condition to start making new friends that day.

'Finally!', Andy suddenly exclaimed when his cell phone connected to the network. Paul answered on the other end, and got quite a mouthful from Andy about his poor road directions. Andy went on like that for a minute or so, before he got around to the important thing; finding out exactly where we were going. Then he hung up the phone, murmured a few chosen words about Paul, and started the car again. Without telling me and Greg anything about what Paul had said, he started following the new directions which he had obviously been given. It turned out that there was this small dirt road that we had missed – and that Paul had never mentioned in his original directions – which after a few minutes drive led us up to our destination.

Arriving at the house, we could see that the party had already begun. The house itself was pretty big, with two floors, but still with an air of a timber-log cabin. It was painted red, as was the big barn that we could see about forty feet behind the house. The garden was big and mostly made up of a plain grass lawn with very little trees or bushes. The property was fenced in by a three-foot high hedge, and I noticed a couple of apple trees at some distance from the house, but apart from that the garden looked kind of like a big playing field, perfectly suited for summertime games. Today, however, that field was being used for other purposes. Paul's family had put up a number of tents all over the lawn. In the tents there were long tables which seated all the party guests. And there were quite a few of them, I'd say probably 150-200 people.

Well, we finally pulled up at the gravel driveway and started to unload all the stuff from the trunk. It didn't take long before Paul noticed that we had arrived, and he came up to us to help out. He apologised for having given us so poor directions, and Greg and I had no problem forgiving him. Andy however, didn't seem to drop the matter completely. He told Paul that it was ok, but I could tell that he still held a small grudge on him.

Before we started setting our stuff up, Paul wanted to introduce us to his family, and especially of course to his mother who was the centre of attention this day. So, we headed off into the crowd to find them. The first ones we ran across were Paul's sister and brother, Carla and Tom. She was two years younger than Paul, and Tom was three years older. We introduced ourselves to them, and the Paul asked his brother:

'Where's mom and dad?'

'I don't know', his brother replied. 'I don't think they're together at least. They had one of their fights again just a few minutes ago, in the kitchen. I saw dad storming out off the house, and I think mom stayed inside to see to it that the dessert was being prepared properly.'

'Oh, that's just great', said Paul, obviously pretty used to his parents quarreling.

Just then he spotted his dad across the lawn, and yelled out for him.

'Dad! Come over here, I want you to meet the guys from the band!'

His dad came over and introduced himself, but it was pretty clear that he was trying to hide how upset he was. His name was Gary, and was 52 years old. He didn't look bad, but you could see that age was starting to have some claim on his appearance, with some thinning hair on top. But he seemed like a nice guy, and it felt like he was glad to have us at the party after all.

'Hi guys, so nice to finally meet you. I like what I've heard on the recordings that Paul has brought home, so you'd better give us a good show today', he said with a dry smile. 'Why don't you help yourselves to some food first, and then you can begin whenever you're ready.'

'We'll try our best', Paul replied with a small laugh. 'I just want to introduce the boys to mom before we do anything else. Where is she?'

'Somewhere inside', Paul's dad said with an irritated tone and turned back into the crowd of guests again, obviously not caring very much where his wife was.

Paul showed us in through the back entrance from the patio, which led directly into the kitchen. There he spotted his mom, who was busy telling the caterers just how and when she wanted the dessert to be served. She had her back turned to us, but once she heard Paul's call for her she turned around and approached us.

I couldn't believe my eyes! Paul's mother was a total knock-out! This was her 45th birthday, but you couldn't have guessed her at that age. She could easily have passed herself off as at least 35. Her hair was a chestnut brown, made up in a beautiful way for the party. It looked like it would reach her to her shoulders or something like that, but now it was put up to reveal her neck. Her eyes were deep brown, and framed with a wonderful set of long, dark eyelashes. The nose was pretty small and pointed slightly upwards at the tip, which helped to highlight the curves of her lips, which were made up with a dark red lipstick. Her skin was beautifully tanned, and her whole figure was both slender and full of curves. She was wearing a white pearl necklace, which fell halfway down her chest, and curved upwards to the clasp in the back of her neck. It complimented her soft, tanned skin perfectly, and looked like a string of satin beads that had been chosen to match her black and white dress which emphasised the form of her breasts and hips. On her right wrist was a matching bracelet; two strings of white pearls held together by a gold clasp. The dress ended just above her knees, but a long slit ran up her left thigh and clearly showed her sexy pair of legs. Holding the dress in place were two thin, white straps, carefully aligned on her shoulder in an attempt to disguise the straps of her bra. I guess they had slipped out of place without her having noticed it, because I could just get a glimpse of the ivory-white lingerie against her skin.

'Hi boys, I'm so glad you could come today!', Paul's mom began. 'I'm Mrs. Freemont, but I'd really prefer it if you all just called me Amy. Paul has told me so much about all of you that it feels like I almost know you already', she continued with an amazing smile.

Andy, Greg and I introduced ourselves, and I could tell that the others were as struck by her beauty as I was. Mrs. Freemont went on telling us how much she liked the recordings that she had heard, and that she was really looking forward to seeing us play later. We all stood there in the kitchen, small talking, before she suddenly noticed something that the caterers were doing wrong behind us.

'No, no, that's not right at all!' she suddenly cried out. 'I told you: first the ice cream scoops, THEN the diced melons!'

She turned to us briefly just to excuse herself, before she again focussed her attention on the kitchen workers. As we left the kitchen, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her beautiful body. Passing through the back door, I thought I saw her turning her eyes in my direction for just a short moment...

As we came out on the patio, Paul showed us to some tables were the food buffet was set. We all helped ourselves to some food, and then began setting up our equipment on the patio, which was going to act as a small stage for our gig. All the while when we were rigging the amps and the drum kit, I couldn't get the image of Paul's mom out of my head. She had positively stunned me with her amazing looks, and I still couldn't get it through my head that this was Paul's mom; a married 45-year-old who had given birth to three children.

But even with Mrs. Freemont's image fixed in my mind, it didn't take us long to set our stuff up. When we were finished, Paul grabbed the microphone and called for everyone's attention. He introduced himself as 'the birthday girl's youngest son', presented the rest of the band, and asked his mother to sit down in the centre front row of the chairs that had been placed while we rigged the stage. Mrs. Freemont didn't take long to follow that request, but I noticed that Paul's dad wasn't anywhere near her. Instead, I spotted him over by the barn, leaning towards the wall with a sour look on his face. Needless to say, a few pondering thoughts on why that was ran through my mind, but they quickly cleared as I heard Paul count the first song in.

For the next half hour or so, almost everyone at the party was listening to us playing our songs. The acoustic set was somewhat different in style than how we would normally perform, but it was fitting for the occasion and also a nice change for us in the band. Although I would have wanted to keep my eyes fixed on Mrs. Freemont all that time, I was of course aware of how strange that would have seemed. Still, I glanced at her from time to time, and she seemed to enjoy her birthday gift. She was smiling, and sometimes singing along, and for short moments she and I exchanged looks. I was just fascinated by her, not only by her amazing looks but also by the way she seemed to enjoy every minute of her birthday. I just couldn't understand how someone – let alone her husband – could be mad at her and not wanting to be around her. It was none of my business of course, but I couldn't stop wandering what was going on between Paul's parents.

Anyhow, our show was a complete success. We got lots of applauds from the guests, and Mrs. Freemont positively beamed of pride for her guitar-playing son. Once the gig was over though, the guests again began to mingle around, and the familiar murmur of a partying crowd soon returned. My original plan of leaving the party as soon as possible was still in my head – along with the image of Paul's mom – and I got my gear packed up quickly. While the other guys continued packing, I started to feel the need for a bathroom. So, I asked Paul where I could find one.

'Just head into the house, pass through the kitchen, and then turn right in the hall. It's the first door on the left', he said.

As I went through the kitchen, the caterers were just putting the finishing touches on all the dessert servings. They were working just as frantically as they had before, but I noticed that Mrs. Freemont wasn't around now. When I reached the bathroom, there was a pretty long line of people waiting by the door. I didn't bother to count them, but I guess there were about ten people ahead of me. Since I still had my mind set on getting out of there as quickly as possible, I decided to try and find another bathroom. So I headed upstairs, and started looking around. Heading down a hallway, I went through an open door on the far end and found myself in what appeared to be Paul's parents' bedroom. There was a double bed on the right end of the room, and a dresser facing it on the opposite end. Two windows were facing me, and they were covered by sets of light blue, sheer curtains. Just beside the dresser was a door, which I assumed lead into a bathroom, so I opened it. A small shock went through my body when I found Paul's mom in there, touching up her make-up. She too was a little startled, and jumped when I entered.

'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Freemont!' I blurted out. 'I didn't know you were here, I was just looking for a bathroom, and I...'

'Don't worry about it, John', she interrupted me. 'It's not as if you caught me in a very embarrassing situation, and I did see the line outside the bathroom downstairs, so I can't blame you for coming up here.'

'Still, I'm so, so sorry for barging in on you like this', I continued. 'I'll just head back downstairs and let you finish what you were doing, Mrs. Freemont.'

'Didn't I tell you to call me Amy?', she said with a smile. 'Mrs. Freemont is my mother, and being called that only makes me feel so old.'

'Alright – Amy', I said, feeling a bit more relaxed. 'But I wouldn't worry about age if I were you, you don't look that old.'

Just when I uttered those words I realised how they might have sounded. Slightly panicked by my unintentional little insult, I desperately tried to repair the damage as best as I could.

'Oh... I mean... Well, I didn't mean to imply that you ARE old, I meant to say that you don't look like 45. Or... Perhaps what I'm trying to say is that...'

She interrupted me with a coy laugh.

'That's alright, John, I think I know what you meant.'

She put down the lipstick that she had been fidgeting with as we spoke, and took a few steps towards me. Standing just before me, she suddenly stretched out her hand and gave me a stroke on the cheek. Her other hand reached for the door, closed it, and locked. All of a sudden her eyes had become more serious, and after a few seconds' silence she said:

'And don't apologise for coming up here. I'm actually kind of glad that you did. You know, when I met you downstairs earlier, I couldn't help but think that Paul has a very handsome friend in you.'

Completely taken by surprise, I didn't know how to respond to that. But I didn't have to. As Paul's mom started moving her lips towards mine, she continued:

'And I saw the way you looked at me too...'

Her lips landed on mine. Paul's mom was kissing me, and I didn't know how to react. Was she just teasing me, playing with me after seeing that I had been attracted to her? Our lips touched for just a moment, and she kept looking into my eyes. Then she placed her hands around my neck, and gave me another kiss. This time, I could just feel the tip of her tongue on my upper lip. That's when I knew, and I started kissing her back. The kiss started out carefully, but I soon had my hands on her hips, and the kiss grew more intense. But suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We both jumped at the knock and abruptly ended the kiss, just as if someone had walked in on us. Outside, I heard Paul's voice.

'Mom, are you in there? Are you alright?'

Mrs. Freemont took a few deep breaths, and then replied her son.

'Yes, Paul, I'm OK. I just felt a bit of a headache coming on, and came up her for an aspirin. I guess it's all the excitement of the party that's getting to me. But I'll be fine, I think I'm just going to lie down up here for a few minutes and relax. Don't mind telling the guests, I'll be down in a moment.'

She turned her eyes back on me and put a finger to my lips as we waited for Paul's reply.

'OK, I'll just head back down then.'

Thinking that Paul was leaving the room, Mrs. Freemont approached my lips to continue the kiss. But suddenly we heard Paul say:

'By the way, have you seen John anywhere?'

'No', she replied. 'Oh wait, I think I saw him waiting in line by the bathroom downstairs.'

'OK, thanks', was Paul's short reply.

We waited for a few seconds to make sure that he had really left the room, and then Mrs. Freemont again turned her full attention on me. We continued to kiss passionately, and her hands moved from my neck down my back, where I could feel her fingers exploring. I was just lost in the moment. But as I moved my hands from her hips, up her body, caressing her, I suddenly became aware that I was stroking her breast. Sure, I had been with a few girls before that, but at that point I became painstakingly aware of whom I was kissing and touching. Like a needle the thought shot through my head: This is Paul's mom! And I stepped back with a jerk.

'What's the matter?' she said with a surprised look.




Happy Birthday, Mrs. Freemont!



'I'm sorry. This is wrong. I...'

'What's wrong about it?', she said before I could continue. 'Didn't you like that?', she asked with that coy smile back on her face.

'Of course I did, I... But you're Paul's mom!' I tried to sound as convincing as I possibly could.

'Yes I am', she replied. 'And you're his friend. But no one has to know about this!'

'But you're married. And almost twenty years older than me!'

To be honest, those three things were getting me excited, aside from Mrs. Freemont's beauty. But feelings and ethics were not on the same side of my head right now, and I guess she could tell what my heart really wanted.

'Yes, I'm married. To that grumpy idiot standing outside by the barn, sulking because I'm having a party for all my friends. My husband and I haven't gotten along for three years, and I'm done waiting for him to change his behaviour. And as for my age, I guess from the looks that you gave me before that my being 45 isn't much of a problem for you.'

'But...'

I didn't have time to say anymore before she was kissing me again. Her lips were so warm and soft, and as her tongue started to play with mine again, I couldn't resist anymore. My hands were soon back were they had been before we stopped, caressing her upper body and breasts. As I felt Mrs. Freemont's hands pulling my shirt up and starting scratching the skin on my back, things started to heat up. My dick was growing in my pants, and there was no more doubt in my mind – I wanted her. My hands worked their way down her back and to her ass, where I stayed for a moment, feeling her firm cheeks. Then I started pulling her dress up, ever so slowly. As my lips started to explore the side of her neck, I worked my way down to her pearl necklace. Gently kissing the pearls and the soft, tanned skin underneath them, I continued to ease the black and white fabric of her dress up her hips. All the while she was softly moaning, with her hands still on the skin underneath my shirt. When I had pulled the dress up to reveal her ass fully, I again placed my hands on her rear end. My dick jerked as I felt a thong between her cheeks, and as I moved my fingers along the panty line, I could feel it curve over her hips, and as I reached the front I discovered a smooth patch of satin covering her pussy. As my right hand returned to her lower back, my left ventured down her front, and I started to massage the soft mound just above her clit.

To begin with, I was massaging her through the thin, shiny fabric of her panties. Mrs. Freemont was still scratching the skin on my back and kissing my neck, and her moaning was starting to get louder. I put my fingers inside her panties, but just as I touched her clit, she suddenly pushed me away.

'Not here. I don't want to do this in an uncomfortable bathroom', she said with a wet look in her eyes.

She took me by the hand, and turned the lock of the bathroom door. With her dress still up on her hips and her satin thong fully revealed, she lead me into the bedroom. She quickly moved to the door leading to the hallway, and closed it. She then turned the key, removed it from the lock, and put it on the dresser. With that, she again turned to me. Speaking in a low, sexy voice, she said:

'Let's do this properly.'

She grabbed a hold of my other hand, and put my arms around her neck.

'Help me get this dress off.'

I kept my eyes fixed on hers as I carefully slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. I leaned forward and kissed her skin softly, before I reached back and slowly zipped her dress open. After that, it didn't take much effort to make it fall to the floor. And there she stood before me, looking so amazing. She was wearing a white bra, with the bottom part of the cups in gleaming satin. The upper parts were in lace with small, inlaid pearls, and I could just discern the upper part of her nipples under the see-through material. I could see that they were hard, as the shiny satin caught the sunlight from the windows, and outlined the perky tips underneath. And it was only now that I got a good look at her panties, which I had caressed only minutes earlier. The white, satin triangle just covered her pussy, and showed a small, moist spot on it. Along with the bright, white pearls of her necklace and bracelet, the sight of Paul's mom was really making my heart pound. As I grabbed her by the hips and moved my lips towards hers, she put up her hands against my chest and shook her head.

'No no, let me help you with yours first', she said with a smile.

Before I knew it, she was unbuttoning my shirt. While I had undressed her gently, she more or less ripped my shirt off as fast as she could. She spent a few seconds feeling my chest, but then quickly had me raise my arms as she pulled my t-shirt off me. She threw it on the floor, and before it had landed she was busy unbuckling my belt. She crouched down, and with a distinct yank she pulled my jeans down to my ankles, but then suddenly slowed down. I stood there as if I had now idea what had just struck me, and Mrs. Freemont was still crouched in front of me, as she slowly looked up at me and gave me an amazing smile. She changed her position to standing on her knees before me, and then she raised her hands to the waist line of my boxers. Softly she touched my crotch through the cotton, and said with a light giggle:

'I think someone needs some more room...'

Then she pulled my underwear down, and my cock sprung free. I'm not really hung like a stallion, but still with an average-sized limb, but just as any other guy I have been very self-conscious about my size now and then, but this was not one of those times. I wanted her, she wanted me. Right there and then, nothing else mattered. Mrs. Freemont looked at it, smiled eagerly, and carefully grabbed it with her left hand. As she moved her lips towards my dick, I stopped her and said:

'No, do it with your right hand.'

'Why?' she replied, looking a bit confused.

'I want to see your pearls. That bracelet is so sexy.'

Without a word, she changed hands. As she gave my dick a few strokes, I couldn't keep my eyes off the strings of pearls sliding up and down her wrist as she moved. Then her lips touched the head of my cock. She started out just kissing it lightly, but soon her tongue was swirling around my cock. I grew harder in an instant, as Mrs. Freemont continued her expert treatment. As I looked down on her, I felt that this woman really knew what she was doing. The girls I had been with before this had all been about my age, and although they had all done a pretty good job, it was not much compared to the blow job Paul's mom was giving me now. She continued with the same energy for a few minutes, and then started swallowing my dick completely. As I felt the back of her throat touch the head of my cock, I couldn't restrain myself. Grabbing her by the back of her head, I softly but firmly started to help her maintain the back-and-forward motion. At the same time, she started to play with my balls, and she must have felt them twitch, because as I was just about to cum, she suddenly stopped and stood back up again.

'We don't want that to happen too soon, do we?' she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I was so hot then that I grabbed her by the wrists, and locked her arms in a firm grip behind her back. Without saying a word I started kissing her again, wildly and passionately. Responding to my kisses, it wasn't long before Mrs. Freemont showed me that she had other things in mind. She freed herself from my embrace, and pushed me backwards. She then moved to the bed, and lied down. Placing a pillow under her head, she then stretched her legs up in the air and spread them wide. Her chestnut hair was still fastened to the back of her head with a white hair clip, but a strain of her fringe had come undone and was hanging down in front of her face. Looking through it with an almost animal-like look, she remained silent, but signalled with her finger that she wanted me to come over. I knew exactly what she meant, and I kneeled down beside the bed. I reached out my hands to touch her knees, and then slid them down the outer side of her thighs, kissing her skin as I moved downwards. When I got to the hips, I let my left hand stay there, while I put the fingers of my right hand over the satin patch between me and her pussy. 

Slowly I started rubbing her clit through the shiny satin, and that moist spot quickly grew bigger. I looked up at Mrs. Freemont's face, and saw that she had thrown her head back over the pillow and was grasping the bed spread with her hands. Her chest was heaving up and down from her heavy breathing, and I could see her pearl necklace roll between the satin cups still covering her tits. I bent down my head again, and pulled the panty front aside. Her exposed pussy was not clean-shaven, but still neatly trimmed. Thin lines of black pubic hair lined the outer edges of her labia, and above her clit was a small patch of short hair. I leaned in, and as my lips touched her clit, I could feel Mrs. Freemont's body flex instantly. Her pelvis lifted from the bed and pushed into my face, as I continued to kiss and lick the button above her crack. Soon I was helping with my fingers, working two of them in and out of her pussy as I rolled my tongue around her clit. And all the time Mrs. Freemont was bucking up and down, with a steady rhythm to match my fingers' movement.

I don't know exactly how or when it came to me, but suddenly I had an idea. I started to crawl along her body, kissing and caressing my way up her waist and stomach. When I reached her chest I started to fondle her tits, just going wild from feeling her through the smooth, delicate satin of her bra. I let my hands slide to the back of her neck, where I unhooked the clasp of her necklace. Mrs. Freemont squirmed under me as I returned to her crotch, and she gave the horniest look I've ever seen as I moistened the white pearls of her necklace with my tongue. She knew what I was going to do, and she couldn't wait for it. Holding the stretched-out string of beads between my hands, I gently placed it over her pussy and started to slide it up and down her crack. Her juices mixed with the saliva that was already on the pearls as I picked up speed. Mrs. Freemont was almost losing it, and she threw her head around so much that the hair clip came loose and freed up her beautiful hair. As it fell down she continued to throw her head from side to side, making her look like some wild animal in heat. I continued to rub her clit and crack with the necklace, licking and kissing her pussy at the same time.

'Yes, yes! More...', she moaned silently.

Mrs. Freemont was struggling hard to hold back her moans. She didn't want anybody to hear what was going on in that room, in the middle of her own birthday party, and with her husband outside by the barn. I looked up at her, and as I saw her eyes roll back, every muscle of her body seemed to flex, and Mrs. Freemont held back a scream as her whole body trembled in an orgasm. She bit her lower lip as her body relaxed and fell back on the bed spread, but I was far from finished with her.

Still holding the now wet necklace, I crawled up again. Mrs. Freemont looked exhausted as she lay under me, breathing heavily. I kissed her cheek and neck as I put the pearls back on her, which left a trail of wet spots on the skin of her chest. Rising up on my left hand, I let my right hand cup her breast. As I felt the hard nipple through the satin against my palm, I looked deep into her eyes. Still breathing heavily, she whispered:

'John, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me. It's been so long...'

She didn't have to ask me twice. I took my hand from her tit and grabbed my hard dick, and pointed it towards her waiting pussy. I started to tease her a little by just touching the crack with the head of my cock, but she couldn't wait any longer. Her hands travelled down my back and grabbed my ass, and with a firm push she forced me inside her. My cock softly slid in all the way down to the base, and as my balls smacked against her skin, Mrs. Freemont lifted her crotch against me, as if to make me go just a little deeper. She gave out a loud moan and lifted her head to my ear and whispered, almost hissed, through her teeth:

'Fuck me, John. Fuck my pussy.'

And I fucked her. Moving in and out, I started to pick up speed, and we soon found a mutual tempo. We started to kiss passionately again, and I continued to pound her pussy as she wrapped her legs around my hips. My hands were everywhere, and her fingernails were scratching my back. Her panties were still on, pushed to the side, and as my dick moved up and down I could feel the shiny satin brushing against it.

I don't know how long that went on. It could have been two minutes or two hours, I was completely lost in time. But eventually, I pulled out and stood up on my knees in front of her.

'Take these panties off, they're only in the way now', she panted.

Mrs. Freemont held her beautiful legs together and lifted them up in the air, as I slid the wet panties up her stems. Having removed them, I threw them on the floor, and Mrs. Freemont crawled up to standing on all fours. She positioned her pussy just in front of me, and looked back at me. Her eyes were begging for more, and I moved in. She was still wearing that sexy bra, and in her present position her tits were filling those cups to the maximum.

'Do me doggie style, John. I haven't done that since I was your age...' she said.

I don't know if it was those words that did it, but right there and then I was so turned on by this mature woman in front of me. The very fact that she was almost twice my age, and could easily have been my own mother, stirred something in my mind. I pushed inside her again, and leaned forward over her back. My hands grabbed her heavy tits, and I weighed them in my palms as I started to fuck her again. The satin of her lingerie felt so smooth in my hands, but soon I decided that enough was enough. I leaned back again, and as I unhooked her bra, her tits came free. Sure, you could tell that she wasn't 19, but those tits were so beautiful. I bent over again and held them in my hands, feeling them swing back and forth as I kept pumping her from behind. Mrs. Freemont pushed her face into the bed spread and started to scream.

'Yes, yes! Fuck me, John! You're so good!'

Her muffled moans and screams were driving me wild, and soon we switched positions again. I slid out of her and threw myself back on the mattress, with my hard cock pointing up into the air, waiting for more. Mrs. Freemont didn't take long to straddle me, and ever so slowly she lowered her body on top of mine. Her pussy was so wet by now, and she had no problems sliding down on it. Soon she was riding my cock, and I could tell that she enjoyed deciding the tempo. She went from just moving her crotch in a circling motion around my dick, to humping it wildly up and down, and as I felt my juices building up I grabbed her hands. Our fingers locked us together as she continued to ride me, and when I felt that climax was near I sat up, with my cock still inside her, so that she fell down on her back in front of me.

'You want to come on me?' she said, as I continued to push in and out of her warm pussy.

'You know I do', I responded with heavy breathing.

I pumped faster and faster until I could hold back no more. I pulled out and grabbed my cock, which was gleaming with juices from her pussy. My whole body jerked as I shot my cum over her stomach. The first shot went all the way up to her head and landed on her left cheek, and as my dick continued to pump, it left a few strains of sperm on her naked tits and stomach. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her, and we lay in an embrace for a few minutes, just catching our breaths together.

'Mom?'

That was Paul, again knocking on the door. I jumped up, quickly grabbed my clothes and began to dress. But Mrs. Freemont reached out and halted me, as if she didn't want to risk me making any noise. She held her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet without words. Taking a deep breath, she then called back to Paul outside:

'Yes, Paul, I'm still in here. I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep, that headache really got to me.'

'You've been in here for 45 minutes', Paul continued. 'Are you sure you're OK?'

Mrs. Freemont and I looked at each other. 45 minutes? How was I going to explain this to the guys? The same thought must have gone through her mind as well, because she looked a bit worried too. She turned her attention towards Paul again.

'Yes, honey, I'm OK now, I just fell asleep. I'll be down in a few minutes, just let me fix my hair first. You go down and tell the guests, if they've been asking about me.'

'Alright.'

We heard Paul head down the stairs again. I continued to put my clothes on, and Mrs. Freemont sat up on the side of the bed.

'Thank you, John', she said softly. With one of her fingers she wiped the speck of sperm from her check and put it in her mouth. 'You really made my day, you know.'

'Thank you, Mrs. Freemont. It was amazing', I replied as I buckled my belt.

'It sure was', she said as she reached for the bra that was thrown on the bed. As she put it back on, she rubbed the cum on her stomach into her skin, and continued:

'I hope we'll be able to do this again sometime...'

I gave her a smile, and grabbed the key on the dresser. As I opened the door, I gave a final look and just said:

'Happy birthday, Mrs. Freemont.'

Her reply was short:

'Amy.'

I nodded and threw her a kiss. Then I headed back down the stairs. When I came out on the patio, I found the guys waiting there. All the gear was already packed up in the car, and as they saw me Paul almost shouted:

'Where the hell have you been!?'

'The bathroom', I replied, trying to sound calm.

'For almost an hour!?'

Paul's question made sense...

'I waited outside the bathroom down here first, but the line was too long. So I went upside and found another bathroom. Then I had to stay there for a while, there was something in that buffet that didn't really agree with me...'

I was lying my ass off, and the response really wasn't that convincing. Greg and Andy seemed to buy it, but I could tell that Paul wondered where I'd really been. If he had only known... Anyways, Greg, Andy and I got into the car and drove off. I was in the backseat again, cooped up with the same guitar amp as on the way to the party. As we left the driveway, I looked back through the rear window. I saw Paul still standing there, just looking at us as we disappeared in the distance. Behind him, I saw Mrs. Freemont – Amy – come out from the kitchen. Her dress was back on and her hair was put up as it had been earlier. You couldn't see what she had been up to upstairs; that was a secret between me and her. I saw that she followed our car with her eyes before turning back into the crowd of guests. I crossed my fingers and hoped that I would somehow, some day, meet her again. Only time would tell...