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The Birthday

By: doones



You knew how much I had been dreading this evening's party, so you did everything with me all day long. We did a little cleaning, and then showered together, softly scrubbing and massaging each other clean.

We hopped in my Jeep, and headed off to the Mall to do a few last-minute present pickups. The driving was rough, only made worse by the light snow that fell the whole time we were out.

We rushed in, laughing at the long faces around us, full of the holiday stress, errrr spirit. We found all the last few gifts we needed, and bolted out of there as fast as we could.

By the time we got home, it was time to head over to my step-father's 50th birthday party. You made me wait downstairs while you dashed back upstairs to change for the party. I kept calling up to you that you didn't have to wear anything special, but you ignored me the whole time. 

As I saw your feet and legs appear on the stairs, I smiled, seeing your outfit. The tight hip hugger jeans always do wonderful things to me. I love it when you do that false modesty thing, and cover up a tight belly shirt with a looser fitting button down, tied at the bottom.

I can see the light dance off your navel stud, my personal favourite, the simple silver bar. I could see the silver chain on your neck and the simple silver hoop earrings to match. As you came and sat on my lap, I caught the faint whiff of your Obsession, and saw the light red lipstick that graced your full lips.

I smiled up at you, and gave you a short, tender kiss.

You stand up, take my hand and lead me out the door, knowing that it's time to go. We hop in the Jeep, and chat about the upcoming night, and all the people that will be there. I'm a little nervous, since this is the first time I'm taking you to meet my family. Not because of you, but rather more worried that they'll launch into their regular mocking session, and that you won't like them.

As we arrive at my mother's door, you note the tasteful decorations, and wonder about all my "Christmas Nazi" comments, laughing softly and nibbling on my ear. At that moment, my step-father pulls the door open. He sees you with my ear in your mouth, nibbling gently on it, and turns a little red. 

As he takes your coat, he can't help but notice how dazzling you are. The firmness of your cute ass, the tone of your arms, and your flat, sexy tummy. He looks over to me, and gives me an approving wink. I smile and say "yup, I know. She's a babe," with a laugh.

You hit me playfully, and we go in and meet the other guests. Many of my parent's friends are there, along with some of my stepfather's relatives. The men keep on looking over at you, stealing glances that they think are hidden, but both of us see most of them.

Each time that I think we're alone, someone manages to sneak in, and catch us in a deep kiss, or with your hand rubbing me through my jeans, or, once, with me sliding my hand down the front of your pants. We both laugh it off, and go back to join the crowd. The wine, the looks and how you are charming everyone there are combining to really turn me on. You notice my stiff cock almost screaming to be released from its denim prison.

I come over to you, through the crowd, and just smile and take your hand. I lead you around the corner, and start giving you the tour of mom's 130 year old victorian home. 

The whole time I'm showing you around, you're tickling the back of my neck, driving me totally wild with need of you.  Finally, in what used to be my bedroom, I pin you against the wall, and lock my lips over yours. Our tongues dart around each other's mouth, tasting, probing, feeling each other.

My hands drift down the front of your body, feeling your nipple getting hard under the layers of clothes you're wearing. I pull the knot out of your shirt, and open it, seeing your breasts standing out, perky and firm. I can't resist, and drop my tongue down, caressing the nipple through your singlet. I hear the soft moan escape your lips as you run your fingers through my hair. 

Your hand slides down my back, tickling lightly through my rugby shirt, finally resting on my ass. You pinch it playfully, heightening my arousal.

I stand up straight, letting my tongue slide over your neck, up to your earlobe. I tease your ear with my tongue, just caressing your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise. I whisper into your ear, "I must have you now, my dear."

Your soft hiss of approval is all I need. I move my hand down your arm, feeling the strength in it, and end up with my fingers pressing on your clit through your jeans. I rub you for a moment, while my lips lock over yours, kissing you deeply.

My fingers dance up to the button of your jeans, pulling them apart, and slowly push them down. I moan lightly as I see the black leather thong that you wore for me, my favorite one. 

With a strength born of need, you push me away from you, and turn me so that my back is against the wall. You drop to your knees in front of me, licking your lips with lust. 

Your fingers dance over the button of my jeans, and pull them off quickly. My red silk boxers highlight how turned on I am by you. 

I step out of my jeans as you pull the silk boxers down, my cock hard and standing straight out, begging for your touch. I watch as you lick slowly up and down the entire length, moistening it for your lips. In one swallow, you engulf it with your mouth, and begin sucking slowly, just the way you know I like it. Your fingers begin massaging my smoothly shaved balls, caressing them enough to tease, but not so much that I cum yet.

I watch as your fingers slide down your stomach, toying with your navel stud, and then down lower to the front of that delectable thong. Your fingers push it aside, and I watch as you begin teasing your clit as you suck me. 

I slip my fingers into your short, brown hair, making sure that I can see you working your magic on my cock, slow steady strokes over it, working me gently to even greater heights of arousal.

With a gentle tug on your hair, I stand you up, wanting to be inside you. I push the leather thong down, and help you step out of it. I pull you gently towards the bed in the room, and fall back on it, pulling you atop me.

You spread your legs wide, and lock your lips on mine. As we kiss, I can feel you adjusting yourself and placing your wet pussy over my cock. I feel you grind your lips against mine, the kiss growing in intensity as you rub your wetness over my cock. 

You pull away from the kiss, reach down, stroke my cock softly, and then, in one motion, raise yourself over it, and slide it deep into your smooth wet pussy. I watch as you begin to ride me, your head back, moaning softly in pleasure at being filled by me. Your hands cup your tits through your singlet, keeping your nipples firm and erect. I can see your clit just peeking out of the hood, and I reach down to tease it. 

My fingers dart lightly over your clit, and you let out a sigh of ecstasy. I watch as you look down at me, smiling as you fuck me. "Yessss, my dear, I love to ride you like this," you say breathlessly.

"Oh, I know, my sweet, I love to watch you fuck me, too," I growl back. You begin working your pussy over me a little faster, squeezing me within your tight walls, pulling the orgasm from me, harder and faster with each stroke. 

I can see your legs tense, each time you raise yourself up on me, and meet your downward stroke with a thrust of my hips, plunging myself deeply into you. 

You breathe faster as you move up and down on my cock, riding me, filling yourself and savouring every moment of it. I can hear the catch that hits your breath just before your orgasm begins to wash over you, and feel mine coming with it. My fingers continue to dance over your clit, rubbing and teasing it.

You sit down, the orgasm crashing over you, and you stay down, my cock buried to the little red rim that your lipstick left on it. 

The waves of your orgasm make your pussy throb and tense around my cock, pulling out my orgasm, filling you with my cum. I bite my lip to keep from crying out and letting all the partygoers know what we're up to.

You collapse down on me, falling into my arms, and we hold each other close a moment, as I begin slowly to soften. Our hands find each other's and our fingers entwine in a simple embrace. You whisper into my ear, "Thank you my dear," and I can hear the smile in your voice. "The pleasure was all ours," I chuckle in response.

Quickly, we pull our clothes on, and I lead you to the bathroom. We wash each other off, slowly and carefully. We dress each other, trying to make sure that we hide all the signs. 

As we reappear downstairs, my mother gives you a knowing and approving look, and laughs a little, just so you know she didn't miss what happened. We both turn a little red, kiss and resume mingling with the party guests.

The rest of the evening wears by, me avoiding my step-father, and him almost seeming to chase you down to bask in your beauty. We share a little laugh at that, in our private moments.

Finally, the evening draws to a close, and we make our parting, wishing all well, and hop in the Jeep for the drive home. 

The Birthday



She couldn't believe her luck. After so long without a man she now was blessed with someone caring and attentive. One day in particular stood out in her mind. 

They'd only been together about six months. She'd met him and there was something in his personality that said he might be what she'd been looking for so long. It was her birthday and she had arranged to work just half a day.

Soon after arriving at work the rose came, one beautiful, red rose that said so much. She smiled when coworkers teased her a bit. They knew she was seeing someone but hadn't known it was serious. 

Then the emails started arriving, one word emails. One said, "kisses," another said, "lick," another said, "nibble" and finally one that said "Moist?" She laughed and hit reply. "Yes" she said. The response came quickly. "I'll be waiting outside when you get off work. I have a special birthday present for you."  Her curiosity nearly got the better of her but she knew the only way to find out was to wait. The clock seemed to go slowly. 

At noon she quickly gathered her things and walked out the door. As promised, he was in the car waiting. He gave her a welcoming kiss and said, "time for your surprise." They drove downtown to the most deluxe hotel in town. He'd checked in already and as they entered the room she saw candles and a huge king- size bed with the covers drawn back. 

He gave her a soulful kiss and said, "how about a massage?" She nodded. He slowly undressed her and took off all his clothes as well. He guided her onto the bed, face down. He took out some massage oil and warmed it in his hands before putting it on her back. The smell of sandalwood filled the room. He started the massage at her neck, then her back. His strong hands worked the muscles, bringing on a feeling of both energy and relaxation. Alternately he would ever so lightly brush the tips of his fingers over her flesh, producing a quiver and goose bumps all over her body. The massage continued as he slowly worked his way down her body, gently rubbing her ass, then her legs. He kept going and massaged her feet. She was surprised at how sensual having his hands rub the soles of her feet and the hollows near her Achilles was. Somehow the feelings from her feet were felt in her vagina. 

The juices were starting to really flow. He turned her over and started back up, using both his hands and mouth this time. The area around the knee, the inside of her thighs, the sensitive area between the vagina and anus, then finally to her pussy itself. He was patient and through. The pussy lips got attention and so did her clit. She was moaning now, producing more and more wet droplets, which he eagerly lapped up. She was well on the way to orgasm when his tongue buried itself inside her and curved upward. The tip of the tongue brushed over that special spot a couple inches in and on the top of her vagina. He kept it up, quickly, then slow, then stop, then start. Until that very moment she had thought the concept of female ejaculation was a myth. The truth became clear as she shot a stream of clear cum straight into his waiting mouth. 

She was surprised but he was somehow ready for the torrent. Without missing a beat, he rolled up his tongue, thrust it as deep as he could and injected her own cum right back into her pussy. She whispered, "You know what I want in there now, cream me." 

He was hard and dripping, the tour of her body had left him set on "go." He moved up to put his cock near the opening of her soaked pussy. "Hold it open" he said. She reached under her thighs and pulled her pussy lips wide. He stuck himself about two inches inside her and started pumping his cock with his hand. "Here's your cream" he said has he let loose his whole load inside her.

Exhausted, he laid down beside her. She could feel their mingled juices started to ooze out of her sopping wet pussy, dripping down her cheeks and onto the bed. She didn't care and loved the sensation. She'd told him early on "the wetter the better" and he'd never forgotten. She threw a leg over his body, rubbing her pussy against his thigh, making it slippery. 

She smiled and thought to herself, "of all my 64 birthdays, this one is the best!"



The Birthday



It was Paul's big birthday bash. The guys were slowly showing up for the night's festivities. Betty, Paul's wife, was getting ready to leave. The stripper was due to show up at any minute and everyone assumed that she didn't want to stick around for the show. They didn't know how wrong they were.

Once all the boys had arrived, Betty kissed Paul one last time and told him she was going to get changed before she left. After a few minutes, Betty emerged dressed in a skimpy white halter top with a black miniskirt. Her fishnets were hung low on her garter so that a bit of her delicious thighs lay naked above them. Her high heels made her ass stick out just enough that her skirt barely covered it. She walked to the center of the room and turned, blushing. As she did, her skirt twirled exposing the bottom of her round cheeks for just a moment. All the men just sat there speechless as she composed herself and turned around. Her face was still red as she announced that she had cancelled the stripper. She was going to be the entertainment for the evening. No one seemed to have any problem with that although Paul was stunned, unable to argue even if he had wanted.

She asked someone to put on some music. As soon as it started, she began to dance. Slowly at first then faster as she rubbed and played with her body through her clothes. She grabbed a cup of water and slowly poured it between her breasts then all over them. She rubbed the water in to fully soak her top. When she was done, her tits were completely visible under her tight blouse. Her dark nipples protruded hard as a rock, begging to be licked. She pinched and pulled on her nipples as she gyrated past everyone in the room one by one to give them a closer look. It was obvious that they were having trouble keeping their hands off of her. 

When she arrived back at the center of the room, she pulled up the front of her skirt seductively, exposing the sweet pussy that was barely contained in the thong she was wearing. There was a gleam of wetness soaking into her panties as she slid her hand underneath them and began caressing her swollen lips. She turned around and bent over to show everyone how beautiful her backside was. Rocking gently back and forth, she made sure everyone had the opportunity to stare directly into her and watch her hand pump into her cunt. She moved rhythmically with the music, her fingers sliding in with every pounding of the bass beat. Her ass was hypnotizing everyone in the room, making them hers. 

She then straightened up and told Paul to stand. She danced around him, grinding all her luscious womanhood onto his body. Occasionally her skirt would catch on his clothes, lifting up to offer a glimpse of the lovely hips and ass that lay caged underneath. She ground herself into his crotch with the skill of a horny slut at a dance club. She played with her shirt like a striptease artist, pulling on it, exposing bits of her bouncing flesh now and again. Her skirt hung low, exposing the creases of her hips like an arrow pointing to her lust. She lifted his shirt off, never pausing her wonderful torture. She rubbed her chest on his back and stomach before she jiggled onto the floor in front of him and unbuttoned his pants in one quick motion. 

His already hard cock sprung into her face as she pulled his pants and underwear down. Slowly, she teased him with her tongue, sucking on one ball the the other, licking the shaft from bottom to top, circling his head with her tongue. He began begging her to suck. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally obliged. She took the tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it for a moment, then slowly sliding it in all the way. Everyone stared in amazement as all of him disappeared into her. Her face was buried in his hair, gently rocking back and forth, letting his cock enjoy being swallowed whole before she slid back. Grabbing his shaft with one hand, she began to suck him furiously, pumping with abandon. 

With her free hand she began squeezing her tits. She moaned as she pinched her nipples through her shirt. She pulled her shirt down to expose one breast then the other, rubbing them gently as she did. She then reached around and pulled her skirt up, rubbing and slapping her ass until it was a succulent shade of pink. She peeked around to see that a few of the boys were rubbing themselves through their clothes, unable to keep their hands still at the sight of her. She smiled slyly and decided to really set them afire. She pulled her thong aside and arched her back presenting a lovely view of her obviously dripping snatch. She spread her lips apart for a moment pausing to feel all the penetrating stares before plunging in two fingers. She heard more than one zipper come down as she fucked herself. 

All the manhood around her became intoxicating. The desire to satisfy all the wanton lust in the room overwhelmed her. She fought it for a minute, nervous about what her husband and the others might think of her. One look at the pleasure on Paul's face made her realize that if his fantasies could come true so should hers. She pulled the cock out of her mouth long enough to ask someone to take over for the hand in her cunt as it was beginning to get tired. Most of the men were hesitant, looking to Paul for approval. They received none as he was lost in the pleasure of his sensuous wife. But Henry needed no approval. He had remained the gentleman up to this point, never touching himself. He had often fantasied about Betty, his friend's wife, the forbidden fruit he thought he would never be able to eat. The sight of her beautiful pussy had not gone without effect and Betty's request was the chance that he had been waiting for to end his polite restraint.

It took but a moment for Henry to begin rubbing Betty's ass. One hand penetrated her sternly over and over as the other alternated between rubbing her cheeks and tickling her asshole. The feeling of strange fingers wriggling deep inside her gave Betty's moans renewed intensity. Paul was trying to hold off as long as possible but a few minutes of his wife's sexual abandon was all that he could take. As he announced his coming orgasm, she pulled him from her mouth directing his come onto her chest. She encouraged him to keep coming all over her as she rubbed his juices onto her glistening tits. She screamed as her first orgasm on the night washed over her. Henry was doing an excellent job at helping her ride the wave of ecstasy. He gently rubbed her clit as he slid a wet finger into her ass to keep her on the edge as long as possible.

Betty was very appreciative as she began sucking the very last drop from Paul until he finally recovered. She then straightened up and took off her shirt. As Paul sat back down, she sat on him, directing his still throbbing member into her well prepared hole. Once one cock was settled deep inside her, she knew she needed more. She had not known whose fingers had been inside her but she was glad to see it was Henry. When Paul talked about her fucking more than one man, she always thought Henry would be a good choice. She knew that he always wanted her, and the way he talked, he seemed to know his way around a woman. She pulled Henry to her by his pants and wasted no time in freeing the object of her lust. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the other men stroking themselves. The thought of them anxiously waiting their turn to take her was driving her wild. 

When Henry's hard cock sprung from his pants, she was shocked for a moment. The reality of the situation began to sink in. It had been a long time since she held a new cock in her hands and never in front of a crowd. The nervous excitement of touching and sucking it in front of everyone made her feel as though she was giving head for the first time again. After taking a moment to appreciate the full depth of her lust, she took Henry into her mouth. The taste and smell of a new lover after so long make her swell and flow. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as she rode her trusted lover and tasted her new one.

The men went at her for what seemed like forever. Paul pulled her hair aside to watch her try to fit all of Henry's cock in her mouth, furiously pounding her ass all the while. Finally, she pulled Henry away, screaming louder this time as the next orgasm flooded into her. Henry's moans mixed with hers as she pumped him onto her chest again, rubbing it down onto her stomach, mixing the two men's come together. This was too much for Paul. He thrust himself deep inside her and shot another load into every last crevice. 

Feeling spent for a moment, Betty's lust was revived by the sight of all the other unsatisfied men around her. She began calling them over, sucking one, two, sometimes three cocks at once as she rubbed her clit and fingered her cunt. She enjoyed the variety of it. Big cock, little cock, skinny, fat. Having more cocks at once than she had combined up to now rose desires in her that she never knew she had. She enjoyed feeling their hands all over her, fighting and groping for her body at every opportunity. As her tits were already covered, she placed the next spurting cock in the crack of her ass. He shot onto her back and rubbed it into her skin like a fine oil. The next torrent went dripping down her crack of her ass. The feel of his cum sliding over her asshole to her pussy and thighs, mingling with her own come, made her feel beautifully naughty. The hedonism of the moment began to overtake her. As the night wore on, every inch of her body shined with the juices of her lust. Sweat, saliva, and come combined into a delicious scent that almost drove her mad. 

Eventually, hands grabbed her waist, turned her over and laid her down gently on the floor. Before she could she see who it was, someone straddled her, offering up the last unspent cock. As she placed it in between her tits, the mysterious hands pressed her thighs open and she felt a cock enter her. She thought it felt like Paul's but the uncertainty turned her on. Not knowing who it was, she could only think of the fullness of her cunt. No lust for a particular person or body. No added thrill of fucking a new or old lover. Only the lust for cock and the joy of her cunt. A sense of completeness filled her entire body. She came with every fiber of her being as she took the last bit of come into her. She lay there exhausted as the two men left her. 

When she finally opened her eyes, it was too late to figure out who had just fucked her. She tried to garner a clue from Paul but his bawdy gaze told her nothing. She soon realized that the men were waiting for her. It was now up to her if the night would continue. She thought of keeping her pussy faithful. If Paul had been the one inside her then she could end it right now and it would still be only his. She thought of fucking them all. If a strange man had already taken her cunt, what did it matter that she got to have fun with a few more. She'd gone this far, why not go all the way. What if she never had an opportunity like this again. Too many emotions, thoughts and desires spun through her head as she lay their naked. She was shy and unashamed, embarrassed and proud, nervous and confident, bold and uneasy, all at the same time. It was all too much for her to handle, so she decided to ...



The Birthday



Amanda Redpath knocked on her son's bedroom door. She had made him a special birthday breakfast just the way he liked it. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, the boy certainly did eat a lot. Bu she had wanted to make his eighteenth birthday special. With everything she had planned he would need to keep his strength up. There was a long day ahead.

Except there was no answer.

She knocked again louder this time.

Still no answer.

"Aidan? Aidan honey? Time to wake up!"

She sighed. Her boy was probably asleep or listening to music. He always had it up too loud. They had bought him a pair of headphones last year. Now he could not hear anyone who came to the door or the phone. Not wanting his special day to be ruined she balanced the tray on one hip of her jeans. She clicked open the door with her free hand. 

What she saw almost made her drop the tray. The apple of her eye was laying back on his bed, his smooth strong body arched in pleasure. His muscles were straining beneath his skin. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. His hair was plastered to his forehead. His whole body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. His legs were spread wide, the one closest her curled up at the knee. His swimmer's body was practically hairless apart from a small patch of light brown curls at his groin. The curls framed his chunky cockmeat. His heavy hairless balls were pulled up tightly between his spread thighs. She could just see the crack of the base of his ass from where she stood. 

Amada took in a sharp breath. She swallowed. The room felt hot. She could not believe what she was seeing. 

"Aidan. Aidan!" She called, ashamed at the slight note of desire that cracked her voice. Still he did not respond. He was wearing his headphones. She crossed to the music centre in the corner of the room. She tried to keep her eyes on the wall. They kept creeping back to the lewd sight on the bed. 

"My word he has a thick one!" She could not help but think. Her hand found the off button in the half light. The stereo clicked quiet. Whatever music had driven him to this performance died in his ears. He moaned. Sat up and opened his eyes. A shocked look crossed his face as he saw her standing there. His strong Adam's apple twitched as he gulped. His one hand went from gripping his cock to covering it. The other stopped his languid playing with his nipple and sought the sheet. Before he found it the young mother got a good look at how her son had grown. It really was quite amazing that just a couple minutes before she had thought of him as a boy. Now she saw him in a different light. Whatever other thoughts ran through her head she could see that he was all man.

"M-mum!" His voice quivered. She noted how his normally light voice was deep and husky with passion. "I-i erm didn't hear you come in!" He stammered.

"Yes but I almost saw you cummin..." She thought and giggled to herself. There was always a light voice at the back of Amanda's mind, a memory of who she had once been. Now though she was a housewife. Mother to the boy... the MAN on the bed in front of her. He had found the sheet now and drawn it up over him. He relaxed a little. The shape of his turgid organ was still visible beneath the fabric. It was not so easy for them to lose an erection at his age, she recalled.

"Obviously." Was what she really said. "Must have been some good music."

He coughed in reply. "Yeah. I guess I got a little carried away with it." 

As they talked she moved to the side of the bed and set the tray down. "Well I brought you breakfast. Using up all that energy must mean you have a big appetite." She smiled down at him. Her hair had fallen across her eyes. 

"If not then you soon will be if you're anything like your father!" That voice again. She would have to learn to control it. It got her into trouble all too often these days. Certainly it was the kind of trouble she enjoyed with her husband. He could be a really sexy man once he let himself go. It was not the kind of trouble she wanted with her son, or any other man. Not now that she was happily married and had been for twenty years.

Her son's lips quirked and he smiled. He had such a lovely smile. Big blue eyes and sharp white teeth. It should have been predatory if it was not so innocent. "Yeah I... it does make me hungry when I..." He stopped himself, blushing and looking away.

"Yes that's a common thing. Most people want pizza. Maybe you can have some of that later. It's your birthday after all. You can have anything you want... within reason. I hope I can tempt you with something else equally unheathy."

Picking up the jug of syrup she slowly poured it over the pancakes. He looked back at the sound. His face was uncertain now. She could read him like a book. The thick liquid drizzled from the neck of the jug. It fell slowly through the air, glimmering in the morning light. It ran thickly across the sweet tasty pancakes. It pooled and settled in place. It dribbled from the edges. 

Amanda set it down. Some of the liquid had run across her hand. She could feel it about to drip onto the carpet. She lifted her fingers to her lips. She licked off the sweet tasty substance. Her tongue worked around her fingers. A strong memory came back to her, teasing her mind. She did not work out what it was for a second. It was as though someone else in her mind did not want her to remember. Then she had a vision of licking thick inky ribbons of sperm from her husband's still thrusting cock. It was her turn to feel her cheeks warm. She snatched her hand away.

"Yeah they look good mum." He smiled. She could not help but wonder if he meant the pancakes or whether his eyes had strayed to her tits. They certainly seemed to have. She was all too aware of the fact that her t-shirt was far too tight these days. It clung to her. Especially now that she was perspiring slight. The room was warm. Her blood pressure had not been helped by the strange sight just minutes ago. All that plus... well that would be another surprise for later. She looked down at herself. Her two mounds were rather prominent beneath the thin white material. She had not worn a bra that morning. Her nipples were dark, slightly visible in the soft light from the window. Her boobs were firm and widely spaced. She had never been huge, just a B cup. These days she was upping that to a C though. She had gone from a comfortable 36 to a rather loose 38. Her husband loved them.

She was snapped out of her reverie by his next words. "I can't wait to eat them!" 

"I bet you can't! But you're not having them." She coughed and looked away, her dark hair tickling her flushed cheeks. 

"Why not mum?" He asked enquiringly.

"Well..." She tried to recover. He had been talking about the pancakes that were now covered in rapidly cooling syrup. Not her mammaries. She hoped. The voice in her head provided the words. "Look Aidan, if you want to finish what you were doing first then I totally understand. I can take this downstairs and keep it warm for you. It's your birthday and you're a man now, that much is obvious. You have your needs. I respect that. I'm your mum but I was young once too." She smiled at him and brought her arms up over her chest. Her t-shirt rose and she felt the cool air on her softly rounded belly.The memory of his cock and the dirtily delicious conversation had left her all flustered. She could feel a certain dampness in her panties. It was warm and welcoming. Familiar and normally fabulous. It was a traitorous horrible thing.

"That would be great mum, but I really am hungry. I could eat and then finish up afterwards if I still want to."

"Oh you'll still want to." The voice said. "I know men your age. Totally insatiable." And then the voice moaned softly. Amanda tried to ignore it. She could not help but agree. It was her own thoughts afterall. Even if it was a struggle to deal with their implicatrions.

He reached out his hand and touched her on the arm. "Besides I'd like to spend some time with you, mum." He smiled up from the bed. He was a picture. His hair was still glued to his forehead with the sweat of his earlier exertions. His eyes were hopeful. His mouth warm and gentle. His chin soft and yet strong. He was such a handsome young man. A copy of his father in every way. Well, perhaps not EVERY way. There were some differences as she now knew. She could see those differences in the shade of that sheet that had fallen open ever so slightly.

"I'd like to spend the day with you too. But if you don't want your old mum hanging around and spoiling things I totally understand."

"You're not old mum. Far from it. You're very young and lovely. I can't believe that you're 38. Most of the guys at school have a crush on you. They say I'm lucky to have you as my mum."

She laughed and ruffled his hair. The sheet stayed firmly pushed out from his belly. Amanda could not help but notice how the skin of his semi-hard penis tightened as she touched him. She caught a whiff of her own perfume at her movement. Maybe she should not have worn anything so sexy. It was her husband's favorite. The one that made him totally randy. She had not given it any thought before she had come in here this morning.

"You have a really great body too mum. It's better than some of the girls half your age." He smiled wider now. His eyes trailed down across her form. They stopped at her boobs and he appeared to mentally heft them. Then they slid down over her waist to her hips.Brushed over her thighs. Stopped on her naked feet with their painted toenails. His gaze was certainly very sexy. That much she would admit.

"Why thank you." She stammered in answer. It was not a compliment that she thought she would ever hear from her son's mouth. She took it at face value though and cherished it. Her son needed more confidence in himself she knew. Despite being a great swimmer and a funny man, an intelligent all-rounded, he still lacked a certain cockiness that would serve him well. She had been trying to help him a lot with that recently. She had been paying him a lot of compliments. The words came to her lips and slipped out before she could stop them. "You have a great body as well. Really trim and muscular." Her hand reached out and brushed over the skin of her pectoral muscle. It was soft and covered in a gentle downy hair. The muscle beneath was warm. Amanda shivered and felt Aidan respond in kind.

"I'm lucky to have you as a son."

"I'm lucky to have you as a mother!"

Her traitorous hand had somehow found its way to the place between his pectorals. She could feel the sweat on his body now. She gulped. "And you need a shower when you finish eating."

He looked up at her and laughed. "I do not! I had one last night. I'm excited mum. I want to get on with my day! It's my birthday remember. You said I can have anything I want. I want not to have to shower today." There was a touch of his troublesome petulance there.

A deliciously naughty thought raised in her. She would get him to have a shower alright. She was his mother after all. She knew that though Aidan got bored of showering every morning and night, he also hated being overly dirty. He was at heart a clean and tidy man.

Lightning fast she had some of the syrup on her fingers. She rubbed it across his chest before his powerful hand could stop her. The thick sugary liquid shimmered on his young skin. 

"Mum! Don't!" 

"Well don't you look a picture!" She laughed. She felt some of the rough and tumble of mother and son come back into their conversation. Just like when they used to have mud fights in the back garden. Or water fights at the pool.

"Oh yeah?" His voice was a challenge now. "Well..." Now she was the defender and her the attacker. He smeared some of the liquid from the plate over her bare midriff. Some of it got on the bottom of her too-short t-shirt. Some of it got on the waistband of her jeans. It was sticky and pleasant and warm. She grabbed his arm. He used the grip to pull her toward him on the bed. She stumbled. Her knees encountered the edge of the bed. It was soft but the movement catapulted her forward. The sheet had fallen to one side forgotten now. Her head was descending toward his groin. His erection was stood up plum in front of her. If she did not stop herself she would land heavily with her face on it.

Her hand slapped down into the breakfast tray, sending eggs everywhere. They splattered across the sheets and up her arm. Her hair fell over her eyes. She could no longer see her son's pride. 

"Oh shit! Mum I'm sorry..." 

"Sorry is it? Sorry?" She puffed breath and she righted herself. "I'll make you sorry. I'll make you a very sorry young man." Her arm swept across her face, pushing back her hair. Her heart was hammering. She was nervous and excited. Some of that was being turned on at the proximity of his daring young body.

****

Her hand shot out again. The sticky smeary egg mixture joined the syrup on his chest. She smeared it about, determined to get a good coverage. Her fingers brushed over his pink nipples. He struggled some at that but did not fight her. He knew he needed to take his punishment. When she was finished his chest and stomach were a mess of sticky golden syrup and gooey egg. The paste had still been warm from the cooking. It was warmer still as the frenzied mother brushed it over him to make him all dirty and messy. She loved doing it too. Despite herself it was a delicious experience made all the more enjoyable by the forbidden nature of it. She wanted to go lower, to grab his now rampant cock and cover that with the sticky juices too. She stopped herself with great effort.Pulled away. Told the naughty voice that made her do these things to get back in the box.

"There. Now I bet you're sorry." She said in between gasps.

"Actually..." He leaned back, his voice equally breathless, equally husky. His legs were spread wide. His thighs were around her knees, calves next to hers, feet outside hers on the wooden floor. His cock stood up at attention like a good little guardsman, all head and body with no shoulders. It's pink helmet was visible with tight foreskin drawn back to reveal the delicious pattern of veins. "I think you missed a spot." He wiggled his hips. His dickmeat swayed obscenely. She could feel her mouth fill with drool at this sight. She loved young powerful men. She always had. They did not appear to come any more powerful than her son when he got going.

The moment was broken. He turned away, drawing his legs up to his chest. His thighs curved powerfully as though he was about to take a dive. "I'm sorry mum. There's... I get this voice in my head sometimes. It makes me say or think funny things."

She felt her eyes widen in the shock that ran through her. "I..."

"That sounds stupid I know."

"No... Aidan no. I totally understand. I have a similar voice. I think we all do."

He lowered his feet to the floor again. His erection was wilting. It looked cute in the half dark of the room. It lay back against the soft pattern of his pubic hair like a man resting in a deckchair. "You do?"

"Yes."

"So what do you do about it mum?"

"Well since it's part of me I listen to it. Sometimes I act on it and sometimes not. It's just part of my personality. A risky adventuous part. A part that I can encompass but not always embrace." She had never spoken about this aloud before. Now that she was her words ran so easily together. "Mine is a younger version of me from my carefree days. When I was your age. How about yours?"

"Mine's an older version. Maybe what I will be like when I'm your age. I hope that some day I learn to control it. It's disturbing. I'd like to be as confident as it but it wants me to take risks. Do odd things."

"Really? What does it say to do now?"

He blushed and looked her up and down again. His eyes were hot. His cock stirred back into straightness. He looked away. "Nothing. What does yours say?"

"Never leave a job undone." The voice whispered to her. "That it's bad to leave something half done." She said grinning. 

"What do you mean?" He was looking again now. His face was all embarrassed expectation.

"Well..." She began to finish what she had started. Her hand found the plate again. She slowly mixed the mess of eggs and bacon grease and sticky syrup until it was a gooey paste. Her son shivered as he watched her. She delighted in teasing him and making him wait. It was wonderful to be able to play with him like that. Slowly she ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. Other parts of her were already plenty moist in anticipation. Kneeling up on the bed she straddled one of his thighs and lowered her head. Her hair fell across her face blocking everything from view but his hips and thighs and the delights between. 

Amanda began to finish the job she had started. She began with his naked hips. She rubbed and caressed the sharpness of his teenage bones. She enjoyed their curves and the muscles around. She moved her hands to the soft hairless skin of his groin, needing and pushing the slick mess around. She felt him shiver stronger the shaking of his young body constant now. Still she toyed and played with him. He was of course arching erect at her ministrations. His cock seemed to seek her out and beg to be touched. She laughed in pride and pleasure at this.

Her hands came together in the middle. She had reached the moment she was determined to enjoy.

****

His cock flesh was burning hot. It felt so sensitive and young under her touch. She did not grip it no matter how much she wanted to. She stroked it, bathing it in the stickiness of the remains of his breakfast. She enjoyed the big flared head. She caressed down the veins of his turgid shaft. She stroked the tight hairlessness of his perfectly big balls. She noted how, where his father was long he was instead gloriously thick. Amanda shivered and bent down. She knew her bottom would be in the air. Just the way her husband liked her. On her hands and knees with her rump tilted up for him. Except now this was her son. She wondered whether he was looking at her ass or the top of her head. He may even be laying back with his eyes closed. She doubted that though. Men were so visual.

She rolled his balls with her fingers. They got all sticky too. She longer to pop one into her mouth. That would be inappropriate wouldn't it? 

"But then doing any of this is inappropriate, Amanda dear. You just have to choose when to stop. I doubt he'll complain!" The voice said.

Amanda had to agree. He would not complain. Today was his birthday. He could have anything he wanted. She wondered what his voice was telling him right now. Sometimes the strongest wish was that which was unspoken. 

With great ease she rolled up from where she was kneeling, sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking back over her shoulder at him she could not help but be amazed. His face was a picture of pure agony and pleasure. His young body was strong and vibrant. He was covered with the dirty paste of his birthday breakfast. She did not think he had ever looked better. That any man had ever looked tastier. His strong pectorals were shivering with passion. His nipples were big and hard. His chest shook as he heaved in great big breaths. He had drawn up his legs and they were spread in gentle angles, ankles hanging off the edge of the bed.

"You know what else is bad?"

"No mum. What is?" He asked as though disappointed for her actions to be over.

"That I think we're only half done with this job. It's not really fair that you're all covered in goo and I'm not."

Gripping the edge of her t-shirt with both hands she drew it slowly up over her head. The room went dark and she felt the warm air on her skin. The supportive properties of the material gave way. She felt the new heaviness of her thirty-eight year old tits. Throwing the t-shirt into the corner of the room she stood, back still to him.




The Birthday



"So do you want to finish the job son? I mean it is your birthday. You can have anything you want on this special day."

She closed her eyes and waited for his response. She prayed she had not been wrong about this. She hoped the voice had not led her astray again.

"I haven't." It said to her.

"Oh yeah mum! Do I ever!" He said, his voice a deep and husky imitation of childish excitement.

"Okay then. Let's get started! If you do a good job I'll find you more to do. You're a man now. I think you should be doing more around the house." She shivered and turned, displaying her topless form to him. Her breasts waggled as she did so.

***

The look on his face was worth the embarrassment alone. For certain the young mother did not find it normal or easy to show her topless form to her son. He had seen her plenty of times before in tight tops or bikinis. This was different. They were in a highly sexual situation. She had just been touching and caressing his cock. He was totally naked and rampantly horny. Now she stood before him in just a pair of tight jeans. She watched as his eyes caressed her curves, from the big swelling of her breasts with their puffy nipples down to the thickness of her waist. She smiled. Her hands did not know what to do in her nervous state. She wanted to be sexy and alluring for him. She found that she did not need to do anything. He was drinking her in deeply. She felt her pussy twitch at his manly gaze on her womanly whiles.

"Oh mum, wow." She heard his voice was deep and breathless. He had so much of his father in him. This was coupled with an innocence that had known her for many years. 

"It's your turn baby." She felt an evil grin dance across her features. "You'd better get to it before I have to punish you."

She remembered how she once had punished him as a child. He had been spanked rather hard after he had smashed several windows in the house while out playing with his ball. Now she thought of spanking his eighteen year old buttocks. Her breathing quickened. They would be so firmly muscular from his swimming. It would be delicious to crack her hand down over his arse. That would be so delightful.

She watched in awe as his muscular young body flexed as it moved. He scooped some of the messy goo from the plate. His hand was dripping with the substance. She knew it tasted oddly delicious from where she had licked it from his nakedness. Now he was reaching a hand out to her as he intended to do the same to her. His tentativeness was beautiful in a way. He seemed to have no control over where his hand went. He was trembling as he allowed his fingers to fall upon the uprising of her breasts.

He was sat on the edge of the bed now. He had one leg cocked up at the knee so it lay parallel along the mattress. The other hung to the floor. His thighs were well spread. His manly cock jutted up from his groin beneath his smooth flat stomach. She loved the way that his balls were pulled up tight even at this angle. He was obviously young and virile. Her own husband's balls had descended with gravity a long time ago but their offspring stll had a great pair that hugged up tight into his body. What a body that was with not an ounce of fat on him. He had that innocent glow of youth mixed with the delicious juices she had spread all over him. As she watched him he smudged the stickiness all over her recently firm boobs. He enjoyed every moment of it and she feel the shivering shimmy of her skin beneath his hands. This was so wrong and yet so right. He son sat before her hefting her heavy breasts. He rubbed a mixture of bacon grease and egg and syrup into her skin. It was still warm and she could not help but close her eyes as he took what he wanted from her. His fingers reached the bing cherries of her brown nipples. He was playing with them. She allowed herself a groan of passion. It had been a long time since he had touched her nipples. Once he had enjoyed suckling on them so much. She hoped he would again.

Her reservations were folding away now. She was ready to give way to the vices of the voice in her head.

"Aidan. Oh Aidan." She heard herself whisper. 

His hands drew off her body. She moaned with frustration. She opened her eyes. " Don't stop you fool!" She felt a smile crease her face at the look of uncertainty on his. "Keep playing with mummy's breasts."

He appeared to be overcome by a devil as he went back to it. Her son was so good with her treatment of her breasts. He flexed them and hefted them. Lifted them. Even dared to place his mouth on one and bite it. At this last she shuddered from her head down to her toes. Her pussy was now dripping with the excitement he engendered within her. Amanda grasped and groaned as he moved away from her tits. He was swearing stuff all over her midriff now, covering her down to her belly. His fingers caressed across the dimple of her navel. She could not help herself but spread her legs now. The fold of the gusset of her jeans pulled up into her pussy tightly. The seam almost cut into the softness of her pussy mound. The pain felt good not least because it was rubbing back and to across her flexing clit.

"God son, you got me turning to jelly here."

She looked down at him. He was completely enraptured in his job. He was greasing up his mum something fierce. She was loving each minute of it. It had gone from being an abhorrent idea to being a delightfully naughty one for her. Never before had she considered incest to be acceptable. She had been disgusted by the recent stories in the press. This was different though. It was so wrong and yet so right. Amanda desperately wanted to fall back onto the floor and open up her thighs. Her son could come and visit the spot from whence he had come. 

The light fell across the strength of his shoulders as he worked away at her. He was certainly being thorough. She was very impressed by his diligence. Despite his obvious need to grope at her breasts he had moved on. Now his fingers had reached the belt of her tight jeans. He could go no further. He appeared to be a little confused and did not know where to go next. Laughing she put her hand on her son's head and ruffled his hair.

"Do you think you've finished?" The voice spoke for her. "What if I take my jeans off and you do the rest? Would you like that?"

He sat back, quivering with suppressed emotions. She had him exactly where she wanted him now. Right in the palm of her hand. All plans for his birthday were now off. They had been replaced with much naughtier ideas in her head. Stepping back her hand went to her belt. She turned a long slow circle to show him what he would be getting more of. If he was anything like his father his eyes would have rooted to her buttocks when she turned. His father was a total ass freak. She had never taken him up her bottom because he was too long, but he had inserted dildos and fingers into her anal cavity. He loved to spank and slap her there. He often grabbed her in public when no-one was looking. It would be very funny if her son was just the same. There was only one way to find out. With her back turned Amanda pulled at the leather of her belt. The tongue popped from the hole. The leather sprang free. She twisted her hips as she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. It made a long slow sound. She heard it illicit a sigh of desire from behind her. Giggling to herself at her control over the young man Amanda ran her hands over her voluptuous hips. She flicked her thumbs into the material of her jeans. Her fingers flared across her hips. Shimming her body she began to pull the material down slowly. She had not worn panties so she knew that now her son would be able to see her tail bone. Sliding down lower she showed him the crack of her ass, getting longer until it joined where her legs splayed. He would be looking at her big firm ass now. Bending forward she slid the jeans down her legs. When they reached her feet she kicked them off into the corner. He son had not said a word since she had started to remove them. She knew he was captivated. Using her hand to cover the landing strip of hair above her pussy she turned slowly. She was poised on her toes. Her feet squeaked on the wooden floor. 

He could now see her all. Amanda was greeted with the intake of breath she realised she had always wanted to hear. She was stood in her son's bedroom on his eighteenth birthday. Her chest was dripping with a nasty mixture of breakfast. She was naked apart from a hand that covered her coochie. His eyes were exploring every inch of her as though he longer to drink her in.

"Do you like what you see, son? Is mummy good enough for you?"

His eyes were big as he nodded his dark head. "Oh yes mum. Oh yes."

"Good." She hear herself croon breathy. "How about now?" She lifted her hand and slid her feet apart slightly on the floor. Her cooze hung in the air. She knew that it was sopping wet as her son took his first delirious look at his mum's cunt. She watched happily as he licked his lips. A shiver ran through her body. He made her feel so desirable with that innocent worship of her body.

"You like mummy's body don't you?" She asked without expecting an answer. Her eyes roved his body in turn. He looked like a gift sent from above. He was laid back with his thick cock twitching. The look on his face was priceless.

"Well come on." She said. "Finish what you've started."

He snapped from his thoughts. His hand reached out for the plate but he stopped half way. Her own eyes went to the plate but widened with shock. It was empty. 

"We're out mum. There's nothing to paint you with."

She could not help but feel protective at the look of sheer disappointment on his face. He wanted to cover her with the sticky goo but there was none left. Between his body and her chest there had not been enough to go around. Amanda was disappointed too, until the idea came upon her. 

She looked down at herself. Her pussy was still bare and goo free. She laughed. "Looks like you might need a little bit more goo. Let's see if we can find some. Any ideas?"

He shook his head obviously in deep distress. Her naughty instincts taking over she reached out and cupped her son's balls in her hand. "Oh I think there might be somewhere to get some more tasty naughty goo."

His dark eyebrows rose. She realised that along with being lacking in self confidence her son was also naive. It was very sweet in its own way. She squeezed his balls gently before releasing and falling onto the bed next to him. Her breasts rubbed sticky goo into the freshness of the sheets. She did not care. As she rolled the scent of his masculinity reached up to fill her nostrils. It made her heart beat all the faster.

"Stand up and finish what you started." She heard herself say.

He had always been obedient and this was no different. He caught on quickly and stood on the wooden floor. She drew her legs up and apart to allow him a clean view of her shaved pussy lips. They were coated in her juices now. Reaching down between her thighs she began to play with her pussy. She found her clit easily. Her lips were drawn back from her depths. She knew she was dark red and slippery. Her hole was spread wide as she felt it. She dipped a finger inside and then used the familiar moisture to lubricate herself from asshole to clit. The young mother lay back and began to play with herself so her son could watch.

It was not long before his strong hand went to his thick dick. He began to jerk, a look of pure lust on his face. They were no longer mother and son but rather two lovers engaged in a dirty act. They were each masturbating themselves. Getting off at each others pleasure. She enjoyed the way his body writhed under his administrations. It was a delightfully dirty dance. Her laid back on the bed with her legs draw wide. Her son standing between them his cock head not an inch from her juicy pussy. He was jerking at his dick meat. Occasionally his flesh would contact hers and they would both shiver.

"That's it honey. Cum on mum's cunt. Mingle your juices with mine. Make me your sticky birthday treat."

It was not long before he said, "Mum I'm going to cum. But Isn't this dangerous? I don't want to get you..."

"Pregnant?" She finished for him. Her head went back in a laugh. "I knew I had something else to tell you. I already am pregnant my love. So you don't have to worry about that. I can't get more knocked up than I already am." She bit her lip. "So you're all safe. Time to spurt on mum!"

And he did. She could not help herself but came at the same time. His warm gushes of cum were drenching her needy pregnant pussy as she jerked on the bed. She heard herself gurgling and the rainbow of colours flashed behind her eyes. Her son was inking her pussy with his cum. He was signing the place her had arrived into the world from. It felt deliciously dirty. It was hot on her skin. She rubbed it into her skin to prolong her orgasm. "You're cuming for me son! Oh you're cumming so much! Mum is proud of you!"

He was yelling and so was she.

Aidan collapsed onto his knees and fell onto the bed, rolling so he lay next to his mum. She was rubbing his amazingly thick cum into her clit and shoving it up her wet pussy. It had a warm velvety texture and she knew she was already addicted. She would never go back after today. She wanted her son's sperm more than anything. Lifting her hand to her lips she tasted the combination of their juices for the first time. It was amazing. A large amount of her with just a touch of her husband. Scooping up more and more she fed it to herself until she was sated for his taste. Then she rolled onto her side and kissed her son on the mouth. Her resisted at first. She was glad when he gave up and opened his mouth. Their cummy kiss lasted for some time. Their family juices had mingled.

Pushing herself up, breath coming in gasps, Amanda pressed her hand into her son's warm sticky chest. She loved his muscles. "Okay, I think we should take a shower now. Unless you're going to disagree that you need one again?" 

His hand went around her hips and she spanked her buttocks. This caused her to shiver. "No mum, I think I need a shower."

"Good, because we have plenty of birthday treats ahead!" She said, the dirty and naughty part of her mind racing ahead to fill the day with possibilities...



The Birthday



Unknown to me, her husband's birthday was coming up. How could I know that it was going to save me again?

It was in the middle of the summer. I was on my way over to the neighbor's place just to visit at the end of the day. Billy hadn't had a steady job for years, but Mary Jo was smart, pretty, and gainfully employed as the real breadwinner of that family. No kids yet, but maybe down the road.

I walked up the drive, past more than one car that Billy was in the process of fixing, to one that had the hood up. Billy had his head down in the engine compartment.

"Hey, Billy. What do 'ya know?" I asked as I leaned over the fender and peered into the darkness.

"Not much," Billy replied, recognizing me immediately, but not lifting his head up. "Can't get these damn bolts loose, been workin' on them for an hour," he said disgustingly.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get 'er done," I responded. Then I added complementary, "You do good work. You always get 'em going." 

Billy only grunted as he struggled with his wrench.

"Mary Jo home?" I asked.

"Yeah," Billy said. "She's inside cooking supper. Got home a while ago."

"All right. I'm gonna go in and say 'Hi' "

Billy said nothing so I stood up, turned, and walked up toward the house. Our neighborhood was on the outskirts of town and had a mix of high-end and middle-end houses. The lots were random shapes and sizes and hardly anyone had a paved driveway. Billy and Mary Jo's place was no exception.

I walked up the steps to the porch, scraped my shoes on the mat, and looked through the screen door. "Hey, Mary Jo," I called. "You here?"

No answer, so I opened the screen door and walked in through the mud room to the kitchen. Mary Jo was standing there with a bunch of pots steaming and skillets sizzling, and the radio on loud to her favorite country station. She had an apron on, but underneath she still wore her work clothes - a nice dress, probably a half-slip with panty hose, medium high heels, and, no doubt, a half-bra sturdy enough to keep her ample chest under control. A strand of hair had fallen down in front of her face and she kept blowing at it, trying to keep it out of her way as she worked.

She turned to the sink and I walked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist.

She jumped and said, "Damn, you scared me again! Why do you keep doing that?"

I pulled her against me and began kissing her neck. "I just like to keep you on your toes."

"Stop that. Billy could come in here any time," she scolded while making no attempt to pull away.

I kissed up to her ear and moved to her cheekbone.

She tilted her head sideways to accommodate my kissing and said, "What did I tell you?"

In between kisses I said, "You said... To... Not... Scare you."

"What else?" she asked as she slightly relaxed into my arms.

"I forgot the rest," I lied. "Here let's do this," I said as I turned her back toward the stove. I reached out and turned each burner off.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked crossly. "I'm right in the middle of dinner."

"And you're beautiful," I continued as I untied her apron, lifted it over her head, and tossed it on the counter. "Come with me," I ordered.

"But..." she stammered.

"No buts," I said as I grabbed her hand and led her away from the kitchen. We went down the hall, up the stairs, and down the hall to the guest bedroom. I opened the door, pulled her in, and tried to kick the door shut; it only went halfway. We were at the end of the bed and I took her no farther, but embraced her and kissed her full on the lips. She responded and soon we were tongue fighting and breathing heavily. I pushed her back against the high foot board of the bed and bent her slightly backward and began kissing her neck.

"We shouldn't..." she protested.

"Shhhhhh..." I said as I began to unbutton the front of her dress. I moved my kisses down to her chest.

"Oh, god!" she said as she lowered her arms so I could slide her dress down. I unbuttoned just enough buttons and pulled her dress down to the middle of her back. Her arms were at her side, caught in the sleeves of her dress. I made my next move.

"You bastard," she spat as I pulled the left bra cup down and began sucking on her nipple.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," she responded. I attacked her tit and nipple, sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. The only sound was my sucking.

We heard the screen door slam.

"Mary Jo!" hollered a voice from downstairs.

We both froze.

"Mary Jo, what the f..." as he got to the kitchen and saw the dinner sitting on a cold stove.

"Mary Jo!" he hollered again.

I hollered back, "We're up here!"

"What the hell are you doing!" she whispered loudly into my ear.

"Shhhh... He's gonna find us anyway," I said desperately trying to think of something.

We could hear loud steps on the stairs. Then steps coming down the hall. I reached out and kicked the door shut with my foot. It slammed shut just as the steps stopped at the door.

That strand of hair was still hanging in front of her face. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing hard from me attacking her chest and the danger of being discovered. Her dress was down past her shoulders and one breast was hanging out of her bra as she leaned back against the foot board facing the door. I raised my head up from her breast and said loudly, "Don't come in!"

There was a pause, then, "What do you mean 'Don't come in'?"

I was still thinking.

"Uh... You got a birthday comin' up, Billy?" I asked.

"Uh... Yeah," from the other side of the door.

"How soon?" I asked, my thoughts beginning to formulate a plan.

"Uh... Comin' up in a while," he replied.

"Well, we're working on your birthday present," I said as my plan began to take shape. "You like surprises, don't you?" I continued.

"Yeah... Sure," was the reply.

She whispered in my ear, "You son of a bitch..." as she began to realize my plan.

I glanced up at her and grinned.

"Well, if you come in here, you'll see what we're planning for your birthday and it won't be a surprise. You don't want that, do you?" I said almost breathlessly as my plan played out.

"I guess not," he decided.

"O.K., then," I continued. "Just go back downstairs, turn the burners on low, and we'll be down as soon as we're done."

She whispered again, "I can't believe you, you rotten bastard!"

"We're almost done," I said not lying this time. "We won't be long and Mary Jo will finish dinner."

"Birthday present, huh? I sure do like birthdays. Well, O.K., but don't be too long. I'm gettin' hungry," he replied as his attention turned to his stomach.

We heard steps retreat from the door and trail back downstairs.

"My god, that was clo -" but before she could finish I was kissing her full on the lips. We moved around to the side of the bed and we both ripped our clothes off like they were on fire. We were fucking before we hit the bed. I don't know if anyone could have been more ready than we were, or anything more urgent. We wrestled furiously and both came at the same time with loud grunts and groans.

"Damn, that was hot!" I remarked as we settled down.

"I haven't come that hard in a long time," she confessed.

"Yeah, you were so scared, you almost came before I fucked you," I said half-jokingly.

"You are a real bastard," she replied as she smiled and pushed away from me. "Let's get dressed before he comes up here again and you have to fuck me again!"

"That would be a shame," I said as I pulled my pants on.

We got dressed, straightened up, and as we were walking down the hall to the stairs, I reminded her, "You need to get him a real nice birthday present now!"

She stopped, turned around, looked at me, and said, "You son of a bitch." Then she kissed me full on the lips.



The Birthday



"Oh, mommy," I cried, with a note of involuntary regret.

"Oh, baby."

My hands still cupped her silicon-enhanced breasts and my cock, albeit shrinking, was still deep inside her womb—the same womb that had born me exactly 23 years and one day earlier. For her part, my mother's sleekly sculpted legs still clasped my back.

"Did you finish?" she asked.

Looming above her, I nodded before I spoke. "Yes. Sorry."

"Why?"

"It's been such a long time..." That was my excuse, at any rate.

"Way too long," was her reply. Unhooking her ankles, my mother lowered her legs until, knees bent, they flanked my hips. My mother had always had beautiful legs—and feet. This was still true as she pressed toward her mid-forties. "Kiss me again," she said.

I lowered myself and kissed her left cheek.

"No, on the lips."

I kissed my mother's painted lips. Having just cum, the kiss lacked the electric spark it had had just moments before. She smiled up at me. I kissed her again. She tasted of lipstick.

"That's my boy," she said.

"Yes..."

I pulled out of her, half-limp. And now my semen would ooze out of her onto the bedsheet—a sheet that would have to be changed before my father—step-father actually—returned home from work.

"What a mess," mom declared.

It had been a long time. Over eight months. 256 days to be precise. And over the course of every single one of them, whether lolling in my barracks bed at night or on the sleep-over cot outside the flight room during the crisis, I'd fantasized about this moment. For once you've fucked your own mother, especially when she has slightly faded moviestar looks (in a 1950's, film-noir sort of way) and a gym-toned body to match, is there ever any substitute?

My fellow officers—I'm a second lieutenant—razz me because, unlike them, I never seem to be interested in picking up girls. Are you gay? they ask, throwing elbows into my ribs. Quickly adding, It's OK if you are...

But frankly, after a few beers in the officers' club I'd rather go back to my bed, turn the lights out and fantasize about mom's body. Squeezing her enhanced tits, kneading the still-firm flesh of her wide white buttocks, sliding my cock into her warm vagina. Shooting my load into her as she screams (at least in my fantasies). To reiterate: I'd rather masturbate to fantasies about mom than spend my precious spare time with some ditzy 20-something hanger-on barfly who digs pilots. Or thinks she does.

"Do you fly jets?"

"Can't say. Sorry."

"Top Secret?"

"Something like that."

"Oooo, exciting! I know!" she'll say, slapping your blue-sleeved biceps with the back of her ringless left hand. "You're one of them drone pilots aren't you?"

"Again, I-"

"I , like, dated a guy once from here and he, like, told me during sex..."

(You're sitting thinking: TMI...)

"There's a top secret drone base out here in the mountains where you guys sit in a room, like, fifty feet underground and, like, pilot drones that are, like, 10,000 miles away. Right?"

"Can't say."

"I knew it. You're a drone pilot. You kill bad guys."

"I hope so," you admit, cracking a smile.

"I hear you guys have, like, all sorts of mental problems afterwards. Cause of the stress. Is that true?"

"Bartender? Tab, please?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

Following your slightly belated 23rd birthday present, you're sitting in the kitchen slurping down some Cheerios. Your mom, wearing nothing but a short-hemmed silk robe, is loading the dishwasher. She's not a housewife. It's just, in honor of you being home on leave for two weeks (Two weeks of sex!), she's taken time off from work as vice president of media relations at one of the local munitions factories. The robe fits her like a second skin. You can see every nuance of her magnificent ass. You're starting to get hard again, under the table.

"Mommy..."

"What?"

"Oh, no, I was just...Are you still seeing that guy?"

"What guy?"

"Last time I was home on leave you told me you were..."

"Oh. No. Samuel? Sam? The orthopod? No. That's over."

"Dad?"

"What about dad?"

"He's...?"

Dishwasher loaded, your mother looks around at you. "Your dad's a wonderful man. Very understanding."

"I know he is."

She smiles at you. "Just make sure you pull the sheets off your bed before he..."

"I'll do it as soon as I finish breakfast," you say, slurping sugary milk.

"Just throw it directly in the washer. I'll put a fresh sheet on your bed later."

"I can make my own bed, mom. I am in the military, you know."

She's still smiling. "I'm so proud of you? My son, the drone pilot!"

You cram more soggy Cheerios in your mouth. "What do you want to do this afternoon?" you ask.

"Go to the mall? Buy you some new clothes?"

"I have plenty of clothes."

Still smiling. Arms now crossed below her enhanced breasts. "Have sex?"

You look up, milk in the corner of your mouth. "I could go again right now."

"Let's go then." She says it like a challenge. Hops up on the granite counter above the now-churning Maytag and opens her robe.

"I want to eat you!" you say, with a wide-eyed tone of desperation.

"So eat me."

You rise. Your seated mother's spread thighs offer up to you an old-fashioned full triangle of thick golden-brown pubic hair. And wrinkly pink-brown labia below. Her pussy's beautiful. You rush to her, drop to your knees. She wiped herself after sex but did not use the bidet. You taste not the sweet cream residue of your own sperm but the funk of sex. And acrid urine. You dive in tongue-first anyway. Above you she moans as you lick her. Below the dishwasher churns, and generates steamy heat.

"Fuck me," she says. Her voice sounds distant, dreamy. Is she staring up at the kitchen ceiling? Or are her words muffled by the proximate flesh of her loins?

"Yes, mommy."

You rise. You're hard again. The drying liquid funk is now on your upper lip. Your chin. Your cheeks. You lock lips with your mother as you penetrate, once again, her wet pussy. Her legs circle your back. You lift her, bodies linked this way, off dishwasher's vibrating heat and swing her body around. Both your bodies interlocked. You're a military man! You're strong!

"Ah to be 22 again," she says.

"I'm 23."

Your bodies slam against the papered, side wall. A chair goes flying. The backwards impact knocks the breath out of your mother. You're not a hundred percent certain but you think she may also have farted. Once you fucked her up the ass—a special occasion—and, after you came and pulled out of her, a large sliver of her rich-brown shit was lodged behind your cock's pink head. It was beautiful! You stood and stared at it, reluctant to wipe it off and toss it in the toilet. Maybe you can have anal sex with her again later in the week. Or next week. It is a special occasion, after all.

Your cock is still in her, however. You pump her against the wall. "Oh," she says. "Oh!" trying her best to cum. She's not looking at you. What is she thinking? Imagining?

"Oh!"

She knows the signs. Her legs unwrap you and her feet drop to the floor, releasing her motherly weight off of you. You're relieved. You feel guilty. Ashamed—of your performance.

Your mother brushes her hair back. Exclaims, with a forced smile: "Well!"

You back away.

"Kiss me," she says.

You come forward, dick sagging, dripping. You once again kiss her on the faded lips.

"That was quick," she says, with another hand comb of the hair.

"Sorry."

"No."

"No...I don't know what's gotten into me," you say, head down.

"I would say," your mother says, "that you inherited your quick-draw from your husband—your father, I mean—but he's not your real father. Either that or you've been masturbating too much. Have you?"

"No. Yes! I..."

"Why don't you go pull your sheet off the bed and I'll clean up this mess on the floor."

"OK." And you head off like a cowboy into the sunset into the interior of a ranch-style suburban home.

Your sexy mother calls after you. She's still smiling when she says: "I hope you're not this premature when you're shooting guys with drones..."



The Birthday Adventure



It would be Jakes 40th birthday in just a few days. And his lovely wife Terri hoped that her plans for his birthday surprise would go smoothly. She had been making arrangements and preparing for the last 3 months. Of course she had been contemplating the whole adventure for the last two years. 

Jake didn’t like gifts or surprises. Just last year for their anniversary Terri had purchased a new gold and diamond band for Jake. But Jake being the don’t fuss over me, no thrills kind of guy he is, very politely asked her to return it, saying that it just didn’t make sense to spend that much on something so impractical for him. 

Terri was almost sure that as long as all her plans worked the way she intended that this year Jake’s birthday would be fabulous. And the gift would be one that he wouldn’t think of returning.

Terri finished laying her plans in order with Stephanie a girl she’d made acquaintance with through an ad she’d taken out over the internet. The ad described who and what she was looking for and for what purpose she was seeking this female. Stephanie and Terri had met for drinks to see if Stephanie was what Terri was looking for, and was she ever. 

Now Terri herself was a real looker. She had the wildest green eyes and long dark chestnut brown hair. Her eyes could burn a hole right to your soul. When you looked into them you could see the sparks ignite as the different shades of green played one against the other. Terri also had an awesome body. She was blessed with great large melon tits and a tight round ass. She made an unforgettable entrance anywhere she went.

Stephanie on the other hand was like a china doll. She had milky white skin and long thin shapely legs, muscular calves. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled like the sea. Her hair was medium length, platinum blonde in color. And her tits were tiny and very perky with long puffy nipples. They were just big enough to get your mouth on. 

The evening of Jake’s birthday had finally arrived. Terri took him out for dinner. Just the two of them, no fuss no frills. No singing happy birthday by the restaurant staff, no cake and no candles, at least not yet. Just a quiet dinner and drinks for two.

On the ride home Terri wanted to get Jake thinking of going straight to the bedroom. She started stroking his crotch under the steering wheel. Jake’s slacks started to tent immediately. When she finally had his full attention she decided to take it a step further. When she released his full manhood from his trousers and briefs she couldn’t help but notice the shiny little trail of pre-cum that was dripping from the head of his cock. 

She took her tongue and gently slid it around the head of his cock. She ran it down the length of his shaft in a slow gentle glide. With that Jake let out a little sigh. Terri began to suck the head of his cock, slowly, gently, with more force each time. Jake was beginning to whimper a little. When she finally took the entire length of her husband’s rock hard cock into her mouth, she thought he’d explode. 

But Terri was a master at this and that was not what she wanted. She had no intention of letting him cum. She continued to suck and lick gently so she wouldn’t excite him any further, all the while keeping him right at the edge of bliss. Terri wanted him to be so excited that he’d bypass everything else when they got home and take her straight into the bedroom. She couldn’t imagine the look that was going to be on his face in just a few minutes when he opened their bedroom door. Oh what surprises she had in store for her man tonight. 

Terri’s plan worked perfectly, and they headed straight for the bedroom upon arriving home. Terri made an excuse about needing to get a bottle of champagne from the fridge and told him to go ahead and start getting undressed. Terri actually went through the kitchen grabbing the glasses and champagne. Then she continued down the hall and circled back to the bathroom that adjoined their master suite. She didn’t want to miss a second of her husband’s reaction. 

Jake headed into the suite leaving a trail of clothing behind him. By the time he made it around the corner to the bedroom he was totally naked. When he switched on the light he found a beautiful long-legged blonde dressed in the finest lingerie and stockings he’d ever seen. Right near her crotch she cupped a birthday cake with candles aglow. Jake was startled but excited at the sight of this half naked beauty perched atop his bed. But he wasn’t sure what to do next.

But Stephanie knew, she had it all in control. She told him that she was his birthday present. Now delighted, Jake smiled,

“So Terri put you up to this did she?” 

At that Terri came out of the bathroom in her birthday suit. 

Now Terri had been bisexual since before she met Jake. And it had always been a turn on for him. Up until tonight they had always only had oral sex with others, never actual intercourse. Tonight that would all change. Terri Took Jake by the hand and led him to the edge of the bed. 

“Well are we going to burn the house down or are you going to blow out 

these candles?” she questioned. 

Jake leaned in towards Stephanie and to blow out the candles he had to bend down under her tits. Terri decided there was no time like the present to get things started. 

As Jake was blowing out the candles Terri started to undress Stephanie, letting one perky little tit out at a time. She took icing from the cake and coated Stephanie’s long dark nipples with it. She leaned in and began to lick the icing off one of Stephanie’s breasts which brought Jake back to full arousal again. Terri blindly reached back and found her husbands thick, hot cock and began to stroke it up and down rubbing all his gooey pre-cum up and down the length of his rod. Then she took her hand up to the nape of his neck and gently guided his head down to Stephanie’s other nipple.

As soon as his mouth barely brushed her nipple, Stephanie let out an excited little squeal. Jake began to lick the tip of her nipple ever so gently and then he ran it around her entire nipple. Terri felt Stephanie squirming under her tongue from all the pleasure they were inflicting on her. Then Jake took her small perky tit entirely into his mouth and gave it a hard nibble and a deep suck all the sudden. Stephanie gasped in surprise and utter pleasure. 

Stephanie had not participated to this point, now she had to, she could not contain it any longer. Reaching forward she grabbed furiously at Jake’s cock. Jake moaned in approval. Terri slid the negligee down Stephanie’s tight tummy and across her beautifully shaven pussy. Terri took Jake and led him to the warm, wet gift that awaited him between Stephanie’s thighs. Stephanie began to moan in enjoyment. Now Jake and Stephanie were in a full 69 position. Jake was positioned on top of the new blonde. He was so excited that he was pumping his thick, hot cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her gorgeous face. He was totally excited at the feel of a new mouth wrapped around his cock. 

The more she sucked the more he plunged his tongue into the depths of her dripping slit. He always loved tasting a new piece of pussy, after all they all have an aroma and taste all their own. As he began to moan and furiously pump his cock in and out of the blonde’s mouth, she responded with her own set of whimpers that let him know she was close too. Jake rammed three of his fingers deep inside her pussy along with his tongue and began to fuck her hot pussy in and out as fast and hard as he wanted. 

That was always something that Jake liked about he and Terri’s little escapades, he didn’t know or care about this other woman and he was not afraid to be a little rough with her. He didn’t really care if he hurt her a little in the process of pleasing her. 

As he wound his fingers in and out of her cunt he could see the juices foaming up, see her wet, blonde pussy hair glistening in the light. This took him over the edge and he clamped down hard on her clit and brought her to her first explosive orgasm. As Jake heard her moaning with his rock hard cock in his mouth he gave it one last thrust and buried his cock and part of his balls into her mouth unleashing a huge load of hot cum straight down the back of Stephanie’s throat. 

Terri had been watching them from a wingback in the far corner of the room, she had finger fucked her own pussy to climax as she heard her husband scream out his first orgasm. 

She gave Stephanie no time to recoup as she crossed the room and immediately positioned her lusciously wet, bald pussy over top Stephanie’s face. 

“Lick it, lap it up, taste the fruits of your hard work.” Terri said. 

Stephanie had never been with a woman before although she’d fantasized about it almost nonstop for the past couple of years and this was more than she could take. She immediately sunk her long, hot, pointy tongue up inside of Terri’s love tunnel. And in no time at all Stephanie brought Terri to yet another climax. Then Terri flipped over and Jake stepped into the action. He took Stephanie by the wrists and pulled her up the length of the bed. He then straddled her face and slid his hot, still dripping cock back into her mouth. He held her down by placing his knees on her wrists, having seen his wife eat pussy many times before he knew just what was in store for Stephanie. Being a virgin to a woman’s touch and tongue he knew that it would be the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had.

Terri began to burry her face in between the silky, wet folds of Stephanie’s pussy. Stephanie’s hips completely left the bed as she arched her back in response. Terri took her long tongue and fucked it in and out of Stephanie’s dripping wet cunt all the while sucking out so as not to lose a drop of the blonde’s frothy pussy juice. Then just as Stephanie started to really get excited, whimpering and saying she was going to cum Terri shoved two fingers inside her, then three, then her whole hand was up inside Stephanie just stretching her open to the max and fucking her insides to pieces. Stephanie’s mouth released her hold on Jake’s cock as she started bucking and rolling her hips into Terri’s face and fingers as if she were a wild horse. Terri swallowed down every sweet, hot, lump of cum that spurted from Stephanie’s pussy. 

Jake snuck around to the back and decided that he would fuck his gorgeous wife from behind while she had her dessert laid out in front of her. He knew Terri was only getting started with Stephanie. He was sure she had much more in store for the naïve blonde.

The surprise was to be all Jake’s though. As he rubbed his stiff member up and down his wife’s wet cunt slit she stopped and took his cock in her hand, Jake a little stunned, didn’t quite understand. But Terri gave him the look that she had so many times before in their marriage the one that says, 

‘Trust me, let me show you extreme ecstasy.” 

Jake followed as his wife led him by the cock. She pulled him onto the bed with Stephanie and herself. 

“She’s amazing isn’t she, such a naughty, hot, little slut.” Terri said. 

Jake smiled in reply. Then Terri looked deep into her husband’s eyes and said, 

“This is actually your birthday present.” 

And as she finished her sentence she licked Stephanie’s pussy getting it extremely wet. She took her husbands cock in her hand and slowly guided it into the foreign pussy; Jake thought he would cum at the first feeling of his own wife ramming his big, thick cock up inside of this young, college girl. 

Terri looked at him and said, 

“Fuck her damn it, ravage her cunt.” 

Jake was only too happy to oblige his wife’s commands. Stephanie suddenly reached up and pulled Terri’s pussy down on her face again she was already beginning to moan and scream. It was obvious that she had never been with an experienced man before. She was getting the fucking of her life. 

Jake pulled his cock all the way to the front of her tight little pussy until it was almost out then suddenly he dropped the hammer, pounding his cock up inside of her so hard and deep that he actually felt part of his balls enter into her cunt. 

Terri, riding Stephanie’s face screamed out in ecstasy, 

“Fuck her Jake, oh, fuck her harder baby. The faster and harder you fuck her the harder and faster she fucks me!” 

That sent Stephanie over the edge. Jake felt Stephanie’s hot, tight cunt clenching his cock like a vise as he fucked her to oblivion. He began to shoot yet another load of cum into this stranger’s body. When Terri heard her husband exploding a load into this toy, she too went over the edge and they all three climaxed together. 

After a few grapes and glasses of champagne later they were all in the mood for another round. This time Terri wanted to see Jake fuck this young, tight things ass. She knew from their chats that Stephanie had never been ass fucked before. She knew that being this young girl’s first ass wrecking would be a birthday gift that her husband would never forget. As Terri positioned the young girl on all fours, Jake stepped up in back to bat a homer. Terri reached across the length of Stephanie’s body and stuck her finger in the girl’s pussy then she removed it inserting a different finger in Stephanie’s pussy and the wet middle finger she shoved straight up the girl’s ass. 

Stephanie screamed out in combined agony and ecstasy. Then Terri grabbed her husband’s huge cock, spit on it and began shoving it into the girl’s ass. 

Stephanie was screaming and whining in response, 

“It’s so big, oh god it’s ripping into me! Oh god, Jake, fuck me. Fuck my ass with your huge cock. Fuck it harder and faster, please, oh god, please don’t stop.” 

Terri changed position and slid her head up under the girl’s wet, hot thighs. She began to lick her husband’s balls and his shaft as his cock slid in and out of Stephanie’s tight little asshole. All the while she was finger fucking the hell out of the girl’s pussy. Terri was taking turns licking her husband’s rod and deliciously shaven balls, then licking and sucking Stephanie’s clit, fucking her fingers in and out of the blonde’s dripping cunt. 

They helped each other freight train right to ecstasy screaming in orgasm and collapsing on the bed together. Stephanie almost in tears at the wonderful feeling and extreme orgasm this adventure with her new friends had brought out. Jake lay looking at his wife in complete lust and amazement. Terri laid thinking in satisfaction that this was one birthday adventure that her husband would always remember and so would she. They all knew that Stephanie’s sex life had been changed forever that day when two whole new worlds of sexual adventure opened up to her. It was truly a great birthday adventure for all.



The Birthday Bang



It was a boring evening. All that I could do is to stare at the television and look at the usual news. The Mets are losing, crime is up, and much like my love life, the stock market is down. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang. I answered it and it was a woman on the other end. "Hello", she said.

"This is Mary, is Kevin there?" How nice!! A sweet, sexy woman's voice calling me but asking for another guy.

"Sorry, ma'am", I answered, "You have the wrong number".

We hung up. That voice stayed on my mind and I wondered what did this woman look like. Minutes later, the telephone rings again. When I answered, I was surprised and pleased to hear the voice again. She asked the same question. Only this time, I thought that I would be a bit flirtatious.

"No, Mary.... Kevin isn't here but, if you don't mind me saying, I truly love your voice and would love to entertain you just as good as Kevin could if he lived here".

She laughed at my response and asked my name. "Well, Mary, I'm Roger. But you could call me Rog".

She giggled a little and said, "Well, Rog. Your voice sounds pretty sexy too". We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a lot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39 year old office assistant and part time personal trainer at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking for her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with to relieve her of her misery. However, our telephone conversation managed to do the trick. I kept Mary laughing and in a good mood. That one evening turned into a daily, 2 hour telephone conversation between Mary and I.

Two weeks after our first conversation, Mary called feeling depressed because it was her birthday and she didn't have her husband or friend to spend it with. I suggested to her that I would be happy to take her out for her birthday. But she said, "Rog, I am a bit older than you baby. I doubt that we would have anything in common".

I am 25 and work as a department store manager. I explained to her, "But Mary, this doesn't have to be a romantic thing if you don't want. This is a simple Happy Birthday 'get together' to bring in your 40th birthday". She was somehow convinced. So we agreed to meet at a public location and celebrate her birthday. But I had a great surprise for her.

Upon arriving at the location, I saw this beautiful, sexy dark chocolate black woman approach me and ask, "Are you Rog?"

I respond, "Yeah, are you Mary?" She seemed pissed and upset.

"You never told me that you were white, Rog. I'm sorry but I don't usually date white men. It's not that I'm prejudice or anything. I just don't."

"No problem, Mary. Just think of it as a friendly acquaintance. Just look at me as your blonde hair/blue eyed birthday acquaintance. That's all." She broke out in laughter.

"You always know how to get my mood changed, don't you? Okay, where are you taking me for my birthday, young man?"

I, then, took her by the hand and led her to my car. "I will give you a night of dinner and dancing, Mary", I explained. "Hopefully, we can bring your birthday out with a bang." So, I drove us back to my place.

To my surprise, she didn't question that fact that we were going to my apartment. She just commented, "I hope that there is a cook, waiter, and a band in there for that dinner and dance that you promised me."

We entered the apartment and I had everything well planned. All of the lights were out and I had set up several candles around the dinning room area and in the middle of the table. I sat her down at the table and lit the candles one by one. She told me that she was impressed. And then, I reached for the remote control to the stereo system and on came the music. And the most perfect of all music, "Turn Off The Lights" by Teddy Pendergrass.

I excused myself to the kitchen to return with her dinner that was displayed on exotic flatware. She was shocked that I spent a few hours to prepare her favorite, Chicken Cordon Blue and fettuccini. She was so amazed that I had remembered our first telephone conversation. The evening went great for her. I even had chilled wine to go with the supper.

She enjoyed the supper and we later continued sitting at the table to talk. "Thank you so much for that birthday dinner, Rog. It was very sweet that you went so much out of your way for me and this is our first time meeting in person.", she said. Then with a cute, spoiled girl type pout, Mary said, "But you said that you were going to take me dancing."

I stood up and extended my hand to her and asked, "Would you like to dance, bithday girl?" She reached for my hand and stood up. I led her to the living room area and we proceeded to dance to the music that was playing. It was a sweet, slow song that I've always loved and began singing it into her ear. It was Barry White singing, "Just The Way You Are". She seemed to really enjoy that, though I am not a very good singer. She laid her head on my shoulder and I felt her hands slide down from my back to my butt. I parted our heads and stared into her beautiful brown ebony eyes and sang the last few verses to the song. Then the song faded into the next song, "How Could I Live Without You", by Leann Rimes.

And out of no where, just as my singing ceased, Mary closed her eyes and kissed me. When I felt those thick, soft lips on mine and her tongue enter into my mouth, I lost all control of my emotions. I slid my hands down from her back to her butt and pulled her closer. I could feel her squeezing mine. But I began feeling embarrassed when my cock began to get hard from that kiss. Hell, this is an older woman who wants no kind of romance with a younger white man. So I tried to ease my waist back a little.

Instead, Mary pulled my waist back to her and gyrated her hips. Damn, she was getting my cock rock hard now. I could, literally, feel her crotch grinding my cock and she was letting out some low moans as we continued to kiss. Finally, what seemed liked hours, she parted her lips from mine and began licking my earlobes and neck. Then she began unbuttoning my shirt and kissed my chest. She continued to lower her head down my chest, then to my stomach. I felt like I was in some sort of dream. This lovely woman was devouring me with her warm and sexy mouth. She then fell to her knees and practically tore at my belt and pants snaps.

Once my pants fell to the floor, my stiff cock popped out and nearly hit Mary in the face. Mary wrapped her fist around it and began stroking it; first gently and then fast. She looked up at me and said, "Watch me blow out this hot birthday candle and make your wish come true." Then without anything else said, Mary opened her mouth and put my entire cock in it. Her mouth was so warm and slippery with her saliva. She was such a damn expert at this. Several times, she would deep throat me to feel my cock respond and it would jump in her mouth.

As she continued to suck my cock, Mary quickly removed her skirt and blouse. She then released my cock from her mouth and suggested that we move to the bedroom. I walked behind her as we proceeded to the bedroom and was pleased to see that Mary had an extraordinarily beautiful body. Her breasts were beautifully round (she told me that she had salines done a year ago), nice round ass, and my favorite, a beautiful dark chocolate shaved pussy.

Once in bed, it was my turn to tear at her body. I licked and sucked her nipples gently as she ran her fingers through my hair. Before I can lower my head to tease her clit with my tongue, Mary grabbed my head and laid a monster kiss on me. Her tongue licked every inch inside my mouth. Then she parted the kiss and whispered to me, "Fuck me, Rog. I can't wait any more." With that, I placed my body on top of hers and rested my cock between her fine, beautiful legs. Then I began kissing her again. I kissed her neck and then her mouth. As we kissed, I raised my hips and guided my cock into her pussy. She was so tight, I was only able to get the head in. I heard her moan as I continued trying to push it in further.

Then I reached for my cock again and began sliding the head back and forth along her slit until I could hear the wetness. Then I pushed my hard cock into her pussy without any problem. Mary moaned and said, "Oh, Rog". I began fucking Mary slowly at first but I looked down between our bodies and could see my white cock sliding in and out of that smooth, bald dark pussy and I started pumping my cock faster. She bucked up for every one of my pushes. Mary wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her fine, black legs around my waist and squeezed my body onto hers as she convulsed into a massive orgasm.

Sounding as if she had differculty breathing, Mary looked at me and said, "Fuck, Rog. I can't stop cumming." And she continued to buck her hips into mines. Then I could feel my cum boiling in my balls and didn't know how much longer I could last. I told her that I was about to cum and she erged me on. "Cum with me, Rob. Come on and fill me with your white cum, baby.", she said. And that was all that I needed to hear escape her lovely lips. I pumped my cock in Mary's sweet pussy about three more times and I felt my balls release its juices into her. I could swear that it felt like Mary's pussy was sucking every ounce of cum from my cock. I groined in ecstasy as I watched and heard Mary yell out her latest and greatest orgasm. When I shot the last of my cum from my cock, I laid aside Mary and began kissing her face and neck.

She turned to me and told me that she used to always get a "birthday fuck" from her friend, Kevin, but this one was better. We continued to kiss until the both of us drifted into sleep. We awoke the next morning with her lying on my chest and her hand resting on my cock. When it came back to life, she sat on top and slipped my cock back into her pussy. It was such a thrill to see that beautiful woman gyrating on top on me with her bald pussy sucking my cock off. Within minutes, I was blasting another cum shot into Mary and she was going crazy with orgasms. We would end up calling in sick at our jobs and staying at my place just to fuck the day away.

That was one birthday celebration that I will remember a lifetime. I think Mary will too. We continued being friends and occasionally providing "celebrations" for one another. I am just so glad that Kevin moved or changed his number without telling Mary.



The Birthday Blowjob



My friends had talked about the "special" gift their girlfriends presented to them every year for their birthday, each considered the act their favourite present. This year for the first time I found myself in the midst of a moral conundrum. I had been with my girlfriend for six months, and I was crazy about her. My teenage years were a battle ground of assorted neurosis, which meant that by the time I met Libby, I was a 23 year old virgin. We had met through mutual friends, and the connection was clear for all to see, however it still took a month for my friends to get me to ask her on a date. By what can only be described as a miracle, our first dates were a success, and soon we were a couple. It was agreed we would take our relationship slowly, but Libby quickly understood the confidence issues caused by my predicament. With that in mind, I was soon rid of my retched virginity.

As a man, enjoying sex was second nature, but I found it difficult to relax as my years of sexual wilderness had created certain issues. On the one hand I idolised Libby and projected a respect onto her beyond that of a normal human being. On the other, the years spent watching online porn had solidified certain ideas that counteracted this respect. I loved my girlfriend, and detested the repressive principals surrounding male gratification, yet as hard as I tried, I couldn't help but long for her to give me a blow job. To feel her beautiful lips touch my cock, and the warmth of her tongue on my shaft. It was too much to ignore, yet I found the subject totally unapproachable. I didn't want to be one of those men who would simply push their girlfriends head into their crotch, until she got the idea. Some would call me weak, I preferred the self respect.

There had been opportunities, but it always ended with a hand job. There would be an awkwardness, either because I wanted her to go down on me, or because she found it strange that I never asked. This debacle continued until my 24th birthday. We had both taken the day off and were spending it together. Moments after waking we were fucking. I'd gone a few days without release in preparation, so the sex was amazing. Libby did all the work, allowing me to gaze up and admire her beauty. She had small breasts, but her legs, waist and butt drove me mad. I held onto her hips then moved my hands round to grab her soft ass. Her jet black hair fell down over her shoulders, bouncing with our thrusts, and once again this drew me to her pretty face, and the beautiful lips I longed to penetrate with my cock. Libby's voice cracked and her lips parted, another gasp quickly followed and her right hand focused on her clit. Another set of delightfully sexy moans sent me over the edge. Neither of us made a sound as our orgasms hit, I remember hearing Libby's wetness as I thrust inside her, moments later I came. We usually used condoms, but today I was allowed to feel her bareback, the first of my gifts.

I pulled out and watched a small amount of semen trickle from between her legs. Libby giggled and scooped some up with her index finger. Playing with it between her fingers, she stared at the sticky fluid her pussy had extracted from my body. With a gorgeous flicker of the eyes she looked at me, then quickly licked her hand. I didn't respond, I just watched as she tasted my seed, mouth wide open. Libby laughed and lent over to close my mouth. I finally responded with a kiss that told her everything she needed to know. Questions had been answered for both of us. She had declared herself open to oral sex, and I had shown I wanted it.

The rest of the day was a blur. We headed into town and caught a matinee screening at the cinema, then we went to a restaurant for an early dinner. I tried to appreciate it, but the anticipation of the evening's events were easily distracting. Libby must have had an inkling, as we were home by 7pm. I had a stiff drink for courage and took a deep breath. As I put my glass down I noticed Libby had returned, and she was completely naked. Turning slightly she requested I join her in the shower, and I followed her gorgeous bottom to the bathroom.

I stripped off and found I was already hard. Once in the shower initially not a lot of cleaning took place, just passionate kissing and instinctive grasping of flesh. Libby finally took the shower gel and liberally applied it to her hands, she found my cock still bouncing around and brushing against her thigh, then gently rubbed the gel over my swollen member. I stood in silence, still elated that this was happening. Once my cock had been rinsed, she abruptly turned off the shower and asked:

"Why have you never asked me to suck your cock? That's all most guys ever want from me."

Dumfounded I didn't reply.

"Do you want a blow job?" she added dryly. I just nodded and immediately a smile beamed across Libby's face. She grabbed my arm and two towels, then led me to the bedroom.

We dried ourselves as best we could, but I became distracted by Libby's body as she stretched to dry her hair. The distinctive ache of lust spread through my loins, and I was momentarily incapacitated. Noticing Libby was staring back, I forced myself to regain some control and finished drying off. Throwing her towel down, Libby finally walked over and looked me in the eyes.

"This is my main present to you. Just relax, enjoy yourself, and let me know if anythings wrong."

With that we kissed and her fingers teased my cock. Already I was getting close so I broke off the kiss and warned Libby. She smiled knowing how horny I was and how much I wanted it. My hands were shaking with anticipation as she told me to lie on the bed. I clumsily scooted back then propped my head against the pillows so I could see what she was doing, I could see her staring back at me with what seemed like hunger in her eyes. As Libby slowly crawled onto the bed, she settled next to my crotch, laying her head on my thigh. Slowly she began to stroke my cock, watching it grow to full length. I was so hard, yet she had barely even started. Libby pushed my legs apart and switched so she was lying between them, then with once last smiling glance, she gently kissed the swollen head of my dick, then took me in her mouth.

Instantly I felt a new level of arousal, a primitive sensation that spread from my balls, to the tips of my fingers, to the back of my skull. I first noticed the warm wetness, then her tongue moving across my hardness. Her teeth grazed my shaft, but it wasn't uncomfortable, I didn't know it at the time, but according to my friends the teeth cause the most problems when getting head. In what was probably only about 20 seconds of attention, my world had been turned upside down. I couldn't watch anymore or I'd ejaculate, so I put my head back and felt every inch of my girlfriend's mouth.

Libby stopped for a moment, but continued to gently rub my cock, the sound of her saliva on my shaft permeated the silence. She asked if I was okay, apparently I looked like I was going to pass out. I took a deep breath and told her she was amazing. Turning serious for a moment, Libby told me to relax.

"Don't worry about holding back," she said. "Cum when your ready, I'll know when it's time."

With that, she took me in her mouth again, except this time I went deeper and could feel the muscles in her throat. I heard her gag and I was quickly back in her hand, a large amount of saliva coated my cock as she continued rubbing my shaft. Still gathering my wits, I asked if she had just deep throated me (I thought only porn stars could do that). She laughed, pointing out that it was astonishing I had only just discovered her "greatest talent" (her words not mine, although that's not to say it isn't a wonderful gift). With a smile she stopped stroking and once again I descended deep into her mouth.

This time the vibrations caused by Libby gags nearly sent me over the edge, noticing this she sat up and slowly caressed my swollen cock.

"You're close aren't you?" 

I nodded. 

"Don't worry, I didn't expect you to get this far."

Libby returned my hardness to her mouth, this time only taking the first couple of inches, whilst stroking the rest. Her tongue was suddenly busy, flitting over my exposed head and intermittently burying into my frenulum. This was it, just as I thought I might be able to hold on (despite Libby's instructions) she started humming. The vibrations rattled through my loins, the pressure building at the base of my cock. As Libby continued to hum, lick and stoke my manhood, my hips involuntarily rose off the bed and I passed the point of no return. My hands grasped at the bed sheets, the pleasure was too much, the muscles in my cock gave way and I came.

Libby kept me in her mouth as I ejaculated, I could feel her tongue coaxing my seed from my dick as she began to moan. After three or four intense bursts she removed me from her mouth, allowing another set of ejaculations to pour down her hands and onto my stomach. As my orgasm moved into gentle rhythmic spasms, my head fell back. I felt like crying, but there's a fine line between being sensitive and being pathetic, I was borderline already.

Libby continued playing with my semen, before crawling up next to me and letting me watch as she licked her hands clean.

Finally Libby asked "Why have you never asked for a blowjob?"

"I didn't want to seem like a pervert, " I replied.

Libby laughed, "You've got years to catch up on, if you ever want to try anything just ask. I'm not going to judge you, I'll let you know when you've gone too far. I want to know your deepest desires, I want to know what gets you off."

A few nights later we watched some porn together, and Libby told me what she would and wouldn't do. Most of the rejected ideas bore no appeal to me anyway. The following months were a series of sexual adventures, resulting in devastating orgasms. Libby had some scenarios of her own that she wanted to explore, and I indulged them with gusto. It wasn't long until she brought me to my knees, with a dripping cock, and ring in my hand.