Happy Birthday, Mom

Happy Birthday, Love Mom


“So tomorrow is the big day, are you excited?” said my mom. She sounded way more excited than I felt.

“It’s just a birthday, mom. It’s not like we’re going to Hawaii or something,” I smirked, “unless you’re planning on surprising me with a trip somewhere.”

She scrunched up her nose, squinted her green eyes and said, “You never said that you wanted to travel anywhere for your birthday. All you said that you wanted was gift cards for your phone.”

“That’s all I asked for and that’s all I actually want. Being able to download whatever music or games I want without having to worry about my credit balance for a while would be nice.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved her hand dismissively and moved the strands of long dark brown hair that liked to dangle in her face behind her ear, “but you’re going to be eighteen—a man! You’ll be able to vote, get married, buy property, all sorts of stuff! A bona fide legal adult! You’re not excited about that?”

“That’s great, mom, but isn’t the birthday that people get truly excited about is their 21st? Then you can legally drink, gamble, etc.”

She frowned and said, “Drinking and gambling are not all they’re cracked up to be.”

“Ha,” I scoffed, “so says the woman who always has a bottle of wine in the cabinet and still buys scratchers on a regular basis.”

“I haven’t bought scratchers in months—also, I’m saving that wine for when I really need it. Why not just be excited for a change? You’re going to be a man tomorrow—and on a Saturday, no less!”

“Yay! It’s almost my birthday, mommy!” I said very sarcastically. “I sure hope I get lots and lots of toys tomorrow! Yay!” I clapped my hands like a little boy and she grimaced. “What? I thought you’d be sad that I’m no longer a child. Aren’t parents supposed to be bummed that their kids grew up too fast?”

“Not all. There must be other moms delighted that their kids have reached adulthood. I can’t be the only one. You’re actually older now than I was when I had you!”

“Yeah, you told me that last year on my birthday, too,” I sighed.

It was true that my mom had me when she was still in high school and a few months before she turned seventeen even. I never really knew my dad. My mom acts like he was her boyfriend, but by the way my grandparents put it, he was a guy in his early 20’s who took advantage of a teenage girl and he should have gone to prison, but somehow he got off on a technicality and moved to a different state before he disappeared altogether. So yes, I would be turning 18 before my mom turned 35. My grandparents had my mom, an only child, when they were in their early 20’s. I actually have friends who have parents older than my grandparents.

The story was that they offered to raise me as their son so that my mom could have a normal life and complete high school and go to a good college without having to worry about me, but she refused. My mom was delighted to have me and was more than willing to endure the extra level of time and effort it took to complete school and raise a kid. Of course, my grandparents still helped out considerably. They essentially raised me anyway while my mom went to school, but she would always make sure that her schedule was so that she could be with me in the evenings while I was growing up.

My mom wanted more independence than my grandparents were willing to give, so I must have been about five and she was still in college when we moved out into a one-bedroom apartment, which was all she could afford at the time. She worked as a waitress through college until she got her degree in human resource management, which got her first a secretary position at a local insurance conglomerate before eventually moving into HR, where she currently worked. That one-bedroom apartment got upgraded to a two-bedroom apartment and then eventually a three bedroom house where we lived today.

“Why aren’t you excited?” my mom said, chewing on her lip. “You’re going to bed tonight as an adolescent and waking up tomorrow as a man!”

“Is there some deep family secret where we Stiltons wake up on our 18th birthday with superpowers or something? That would be pretty cool and a pretty good reason to be excited, I must admit.”

My mom snorted, “Yeah, you’re going to wake up with regeneration powers like that cheerleader from Heroes.”

“Oooh, I’d be okay with just waking up with the actress who played her. She’s cute!” I then pretended to dance and hum that obnoxious cheerleader song by whatshisface.

My mom groaned and said, “I am soooo tired of that song. They overplayed it on the radio and I still can’t stand it. Oh! Remember a few years ago when we went to that Halloween party at my office and you were the zombie quarterback and I was a zombie cheerleader?”

“Oh yeah! Didn’t you have to write up one of your coworkers because he got a little drunk and he was way too forward with you at the party?”

“I didn’t put it in his permanent record. He was normally very reserved, and even you admitted that I looked pretty hot, even in zombie makeup.”

“I did?” I chuckled. “I don’t remember that.”

“Oh I definitely remember. I believe you said that I would have made a great cheerleader.”

“That’s a complement? If I said that to a girl at school, she’d be liable to slap me.”

“It was the way you said it. I took it to mean that you thought I looked cute. Are you saying that you didn’t mean it as a complement?”

“No, no, of course I meant it as a good thing. I remember even with the makeup, you could have easily passed as a teenager. That was probably why that guy hit on you. He was likely a pervert with a thing for young girls.”

“Guys really do have a thing for cheerleaders then, eh?” she winked. “What is it then, mister almost-a-man, that guys love so much about cheerleaders?”

“Wow. So I’m supposed to speak on behalf of all men as to why the male gender overwhelming appreciates cute, young cheerleaders? Uh…positive attitude? Athletic lifestyle? Appreciates sports? I think I already mentioned the young & cute factor, so…uh…possibly immortal and can regenerate?”

She cackled at the last one. “That was a rhetorical question, but I think you nailed it overall. Women understand why guys like cheerleaders. We don’t have to like it, but we understand it.”

Our conversation segued into a discussion involving girls who liked the muscular jocks and bad boys and stuff like that until it got so late that we were both yawning. I was extra glad that my birthday was going to fall on a Saturday, so I was first of all, looking forward to sleeping in more than anything. The plan was to meet my grandparents for dinner at my favorite San Antonio barbecue joint, so a morning to sleep in as long as I wanted was all that mattered to me at the moment. Surely my mom would let me sleep in on my birthday, right? A quick shower, followed by a thorough toothbrushing, and within minutes of resting my head on the pillow, I was out cold.


…


I was gently brought back to consciousness by a soft rubbing on my side and my mom’s soothing voice, “Happy birthday, Mr. Man!”

“Hmm?” I mumbled, my eyes remained closed, “What time is it?”

“It’s nine AM, mister!”

I yawned and stretched and said, “Aw, man! I was hoping to sleep in ‘til at least ten!”

She scoffed and said, “You went to bed at like, midnight. That’s already nine hours! I could barely sleep I was so excited!”

“Excited? About what?”

“Open your eyes!”

I rubbed my eyes and then opened them to see my mom leaning over my bed. She was dressed in her cheerleader costume that we had talked about the night before. She had her long dark hair grouped in two pigtails secured by two pink scrunchies.

“I got you a cheerleader for your birthday!” she said, smiling wide.

I chuckled and said, “That’s cute, mom.”

“You can call me mom, or you can call me Vicki.” She quickly changed her already high-pitched voice even higher. “I just turned eighteen and I like rooting for my favorite teams. But I’m really into guys who are into computer science. I think that’s totally hot!” (I had been planning to be a computer science major in college.) “What’s your name?”

I yawned again and smiled, “Hi Vicki, I’m Scott. Something tells me you already know that I’m a computer science major.”

“You are?” she said, smiling seductively. “I just love computer scientists! I heard that today was your birthday! Is that right?”

“Yep, I’m eighteen today! Something tells me that you already knew that, too.”

“Oooh! You’re a man today then! I like the sound of that!” my mom said with a strange hungry look in her eye. “I think you should start out the day with a very special birthday present then!”

“I should?” I wasn't quite certain where her line of reasoning was headed.

Quicker than I could react, she flung back my covers before I could grab them to reveal me in only my boxer shorts. “Uh?” I was about to say more when she made a disappointing-sounding noise.

“What are you doing wearing those?” she said pointing at my boxers.

“What?” I said, quite confused.

“You’re a man now! Men sleep naked! Those have to come off…” she said and she had her hands on the sides of my boxers before I was able to catch her. I immediately felt my cock start to get harder. What the fuck was my mom thinking?

“Whoa! Whoa! What’s going on here?” I said, grabbing the sides of her hands a fraction of a second before my cock would have popped out. I couldn’t stop it from getting harder. She would have certainly been able to tell because I was on my back and she was looking right down at my crotch.

“Hey! Let go of my hands,” she whined.

“If I did that, you’d pull my underwear off!”

“Duh! What do you think I’m trying to do? You’re a man now! Men don’t wear underwear to bed. Don’t you know that? Come on, let me take them off! I can’t give you your birthday present until you let me take them off!” she said, still whining.

‘Alright, alright, fine,” I relented and let go of her hands. She immediately grinned and pulled my shorts all the way off. My cock sprang to attention and I quickly covered it up with my hands.

She tossed my boxers to the floor behind her and said, “Ah that’s better! Now all you have to do is put your hands behind your head!”

“Holy shit mom, are you serious?” I said gasping. What the fuck?

She grinned salaciously and said, “If you’re not comfortable calling me mom, then call me Vicki!”

“I…I…I don’t know what to say!” I stammered.

She continued to grin and said, “Then don’t say anything. Close your eyes and put your hands behind your head.”

My cock throbbed beneath my hands. I was more than eager to find out what this “birthday present” was going to be. Was she serious? Was my mom planning on doing something to or with my cock?

I took a deep nervous breath and then slowly exhaled and said, “You really want me to?”

“You don’t have to close your eyes. You can watch if you want to,” she winked as she crawled onto the bed next to me, “but you really should put your hands behind your head.” I sighed heavily and moved my hands out of the way, letting my cock spring to attention. My mom’s smile got even wider and she said, “Now that’s the school spirit!” Without wasting a moment she quickly yet gingerly took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. I expected her to do something like that, but it still made me gasp. My mom was stroking my dick? It was all too surreal.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all morning,” she cooed, “be glad I let you sleep until now!”

“Uh…okay?” I said, dazed as she stroked up and down on my cock.

“It’s even harder and bigger than I hoped,” she said excitedly.

Than she hoped? Holy shit! Just how long had she been wanting to do this to me? She continued to stroke my cock with her left hand as she rubbed over my smooth pubic region with her other hand.

“Mmm, I see that you shave your pubes too,” she hummed, “I like that.”

“Uh…yeah,” was all I could muster saying as I watched my mom’s hand go up and down on my hard cock.

She shifted on the bed so she was back up on her knees facing me yet still stroking my cock with her left hand. She said, “I do too,” and with her free hand she lifted up her cheerleader skirt to show me that she did not have any panties on underneath, and sure enough, her pussy was shaved bare as well.

“Oh wow,” I said looking up at the ceiling. I definitely did not expect this on my birthday!

“Now it’s time for your real present,” she said with a mischievous gleam in her eye, “and all you have to do is lie there and enjoy it!”

“Uh…okay?” I said, my capacity to reason clearly was not available to me in that moment. My mom promptly bent over and took my cock into her mouth and immediately began sucking on it. “Oh, wow, this is really happening, okay,” I gasped and looked back and forth to her in disbelief and then up to the ceiling, then back again to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. Sure enough, my mom started sucking on my cock like she had been waiting my entire life to do it to me once I turned eighteen.

It felt so good, but what was the most unreal were the noises she made as she sucked on me, like my cock was the tastiest treat she could possibly have or that my cock was the only water source in a vast desert. When she added her hand to the process, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. My mother was going to be the girl to give me my very first blowjob? Holy nutbuster, Batman!

“Oh my god, mom, I’m going to cum soon,” I said, figuring for sure that she would start using just her hand. Girls don’t really like the taste of cum, right? They only act like they do in porn from what I knew, but my mom only increased her speed and continued sucking.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I said, panting and quivering.

My mom did stop sucking, but she kept the tip of my cock in her mouth as she milked the cum right out of me as I squirted my load deep into her eager mouth. She didn’t swallow though, so I figured that she would quickly spit it out as soon as she could. Once she was sure that I was done spurting, she sucked the last bit out of my cock and then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show me that sure indeed, her mouth was filled with my cum. She then closed her mouth, smiled, and swallowed; only opening it again to show that she had swallowed my entire load and all I could do was stare in awe.

“See, baby? Every last drop! I savor every drop of my man! I’d like to see the cheerleader from Heroes match that!”

“Oh, wow,” I said once I had the ability to speak again, “I would have been less surprised had you woken me up with the cheerleader from Heroes.”

“And that was only birthday present part one, Mr. Man!” she said looking at my clock. “I’ll give you ‘til eleven to recuperate before you get part two!”

“P…part two?” I wheezed.

“Yep, so don’t you dare put on anything until you get all your gifts first!”

“Uh, so I’m just supposed to walk around naked or what?”

“Exactly. So when you’re ready, come into the kitchen and I’ll make you some breakfast. I need my man to keep his strength up for the next parts, which will take a little more effort on your end!”

“Uh…yes ma’am!” I said. Was she planning on fucking me too, or what? Holy mother of fuck! To think that my mom worked in human resources and wrote up people for minor sexual harassment offenses on the job while at home she put on a cheerleader outfit before blowing her own son on his 18th birthday with the implication that she’d be fucking him later in the day? Holy hypocrisy, Batman!

After I washed up in the bathroom, it felt so weird to leave without so much as a towel wrapped around my waist, but I went into the kitchen naked as requested. It was my birthday suit after all. My mom had changed out of her cheerleader costume and into an apron—only an apron. My mom had always been thin and fit, but I never really acknowledged that she had a nice ass until I saw it well presented there in the kitchen, barely obscured by the dangling belt loops from her apron.

“How does chocolate chip and pecan pancakes sound?” she said as she mixed a bowl of batter. “I can also switch it to waffles instead if you like.”

“Oh, pancakes sound great. Anything really. You’re not going to hear me complain, that’s for sure!”

“It’s still your birthday, Mr. Man,” she said sweetly as she stirred, her smile getting bigger when she looked down to see my cock half-hard and dangling in front of me. “I want to make you something you like.”

“Mom, you could make me a plate of Brussel sprouts right now and I’d eat them without a fuss, so pancakes sound wonderful!”

“Have you ever even had Brussel sprouts? They’re disgusting!” she chuckled.

“I don’t actually want them, I’m just saying that whatever you make for me, I will eat it. I’m still in a daze. Is this a dream?”

“I’m pretty sure it isn’t, besides,” she smiled at me lasciviously, “I can still taste you.” Five little words was all it took for my cock to go from half-hard to fully hard again and she grinned even more when she saw my reaction. “I might not need to wait until eleven after all,” she said and turned to the stove to pour pancake batter on the griddle.

“What do you want me to do?” I gulped.

“Well, for now, you can sit down at the table, birthday boy…er…birthday MAN, because I’ve got this handled.”

She was right, for within minutes, she had the pancakes ready with a side of scrambled eggs and we were both seated at the table.

“Okay, I’ve got to know,” I said between bites, “did you plan that whole cheerleader wake-up last night or was this something you had been planning to do for a while?”

“Oh, the cheerleader costume didn’t come to mind until we talked about that Heroes girl last night. I probably just would have worn a nightie instead otherwise. The costume made it extra fun, don’t you think?”

“So…uh…you were planning to do that to me before we talked last night?”

“Oh, definitely. I was more excited about you turning eighteen than you were yourself!”

“Why was eighteen such a magic number?” I said taking another bite and a sip of milk.

“That means you’re a man now. You can legally have sex now without worry!”

“Does this have anything to do with you having me when you were sixteen?”

“Sort of. I felt bad when your dad got into trouble once people found out he was the father. He was charged with statutory rape and all sorts of other bullshit.”

“Well, wasn't it true? That he was twenty-something at the time?”

“Well, yeah, but it was more my fault than anything. I was the one who seduced him. More syrup?”

I shook my head and said, “I’m good. So, what’s this again? You seduced my dad, not the other way around? Didn’t he take advantage of you?”

My mom sighed and said, “That’s what other people want to believe, especially your grandparents. They had no idea what a kinky little minx I was!”

“Okay?”

“Alright, you want to know the truth? You are a man now after all. If you want the truth, I’ll tell you.”

“I thought I was already being told the truth as it was, so if you have a different side of this story, I’m all ears.”

My mom sighed and took a long swig of her milk before continuing, “When I was sixteen, I was absolute hell for your grandparents. I was a little know-it-all bitch and I felt that I deserved everything in life and that your grandparents couldn’t tell me what to do. Back then, the Internet was in its infancy, but we had it and I used it for school and especially chat rooms and forums and stuff like that. You ever hear of AOL? I got my start with chat rooms and that sort of thing years before the likes of Facebook and Tinder and whatever you have nowadays. I got my kicks by acting like I was a nineteen year old slut on these chat rooms and I would stay up way too late on school nights chatting with strange men around the world until I found a chat room for singles in the San Antonio area. I kept chatting with a local guy in his 20’s and we hit it off really well.”

“Was this guy my dad?”

“Don’t get ahead of me, alright yes, he was your dad. Okay now, listen. I had convinced him that I was nineteen and a total slutbag and that I just needed the right guy and not another loser that just wanted me for my body and who would dump me after he fucked me. Mind you—I was still a virgin at the time. I would tell him that guys always wanted me because I looked younger than I really was, and he was very sweet and supportive the entire time. Eventually, I lied to my folks about going over to a friend’s house when it was really to meet him—your dad—at a coffee shop in person. It was before Starbucks were everywhere too. What was the place called? Something street café or something? Anyway, it’s not there anymore, but I found him to be cuter than I expected and well, one thing led to another, and a few months later I found out I was pregnant. I had also lied to your dad saying that I was on birth control when I wasn’t.”

I sighed and nodded and said, “So I was an accident, I figured as much.” My mom looked somewhat offended at me saying that, which was tempered by the fact that her boobs poked out the sides of her apron as she sat.

“Hardly!” she said defiantly, “I was fully TRYING to get pregnant. I mean, I think it only took me fucking your dad maybe ten times before I was pregnant, but I was so delighted when I missed my period, I prayed that I would have a boy and guess what?”

“You had me. But why? Why make your life that much more difficult? I mean, I’m happy to be alive, but why put yourself through all of it?”

“I wanted a baby and I didn’t want to wait until I was older. I wanted to specifically have a son to do all sorts of fun stuff with, and besides, it was actually easier than I expected. So many naysayers told me how it would ruin my life and all that. Does my life look ruined?” She said as she gestured around the room. “Sure, it was hard at times, but I persevered…WE persevered!”

“So what was with the whole court issues with dad and him barely escaping prison for statutory rape and all that?”

“Well, I testified on his behalf actually. I told the court the truth, that I lied to him and convinced him that I was nineteen so that he would have sex with me and get me pregnant. Also, that I lied about being on birth control. The court was able to subpoena a few of the forum transcripts and some emails where it showed that I was lying to people on a regular basis. Oh, my folks were so, so mad at me for so long. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was heavily pregnant at these court hearings, by the way. My folks desperately wanted your dad to go to prison but the judge dismissed the case based on fraud and your dad left town soon afterwards. I didn’t have the heart to go after him for child support, even though your grandparents tried since they were still my legal guardians with me being under eighteen at the time. Once I turned eighteen, I made sure all outstanding litigation against your father was dropped. I’m not sure if he had to register as a sex offender anyway. That wasn't anything I had control over.”

I shook my head in disbelief and said, “Wow, just wow. So you seduced my father online and lied to him the whole time in order to get pregnant with me? That's pretty heavy, mom.”

“And since I was underage at the time, none of that appeared on my permanent record. My office has no clue that I was a conniving little twat when I was younger!”

I laughed and said, “I bet they’d even be more surprised that you woke up your son with a blowjob this morning!”

“I’m just full of surprises, ain’t I?” she winked and got up to clear the table and I got to see her sexy butt once again.

“Full of surprises!” I agreed.

I sat at the table in silence while I watched her clean up the dishes, still amazed by the morning’s revelations. After washing her hands at the sink, she took off her apron and folded it over the oven door handle then turned to me. Her tight little body looked sexy as hell. Still sporting the pigtails, she would have likely had little trouble convincing a random guy off the street that she was still nineteen even then. Sure my mom was 34, but she looked more like she was in her mid-20’s. She sauntered up to my side of the table and sat down on it, her bare butt placed where my plate of pancakes had been only minutes before.

“So, are you ready for part two of your birthday present?” she smiled as she asked. I couldn’t help but stare at her tits considering they were much closer to my eye level than her own eyes were.

I sighed and smiled back, “Okay, hit me.”

She playfully punched me in the shoulder and said, “Like that?”

“Har har, so what is my next present then? I don’t think I can even hazard a guess.”

“You can’t guess? Why not?”

“After how you woke me up and what you told me about my dad, I have no idea. Are you next going to tell me that you’re not really my mom after all that you’re really my sister or you stole me from an orphanage?”

“Stole you from an orphanage? You’ve seen pictures of me pregnant with you. You are my flesh and blood, but sister? I like the sound of that. You want to pretend that I’m your sister? Your sexy older sister who likes to wake up her little brother with blowjobs?”

My cock had gone soft during the breakfast history lesson, but it started to get hard again right away. Damn, was my mom kinky! I chuckled nervously and said, “Wow, being my mom isn’t enough?”

“Hey, I’m whatever you want me to be, baby, and that goes right into your next present. You are the man of the house, and for today, and maybe more than today, if you play your cards right,” she said as she slipped off the table and transitioned into sitting on my lap instead, there being just enough room between me and the table in order for her to do so. “So today at home, I will do anything you want me to do. I will be anyone you want me to be. I will wear anything you want me to wear—or nothing at all if you prefer—and do to you anything you want me to do.” With that, she reached down and gently cupped my balls. “And as many times as you can handle!”

“Okay, so I take it more than just having you clean my room?” I swallowed.

“If that’s what gets you off. I can be your sexy maid if you want, where after I clean up your mess, I can clean you up too,” she said as she gently ran the back of her free hand across my cheek. “What’s your biggest fantasy? Maybe I can help you out with that?”

“Biggest fantasy?”

“Yeah. What turns you on the most?” she said looking into my eyes while still gingerly caressing my balls.

“Considering I’ve been more turned on today than I can possibly remember, I’m having a hard time coming up with something to beat it. I bet a lot of guys have fantasies about getting blown by a cheerleader, maybe others getting blown by their mom, even. I had both at the same time? Wow. Celebrities or group sex or lesbians are having a tough time topping that right now.”

“You want me to put the cheerleader costume back on, baby?” she cooed.

“I mean you can…if you want to, but, I mean, this here,” I said gesturing to her glistening naked body, “this is more than cool, I mean, wow.” I noticed that I was saying wow a lot. I was never one to swear much around my mom, even under such profanity-worthy circumstances.

“You like me just like this? Completely naked?” she said, grinning widely. “You just made my day, baby!”

“I made YOUR day? I’m still kind of in a fog. So, uh, how about I pass the baton back to you and you just, well, decide what you want to do to me or have me do to you. Cool?”

She licked her lips and said, “Really? Because what I want more than anything is to have you inside of me.” Her hand that had been gently fondling my balls moved up to grasp onto my hard cock and she started to stroke it.

“So should I be calling you Vicki or something?”

“You can call me whatever you want to, baby.”

“Can I…can I still call you mom?”

She grinned wide and said, “I was hoping you would!”

“Wow, so, mom? You want me inside you? Just tell me where and I will do my best!”

“Oh anywhere you want, baby. My bed, your bed, the couch, you can even bend me over the table right here and have your way with me. You name it!”

“Wow, so I figure a bed would be the best option, right?”

She nodded and smiled, continuing to stroke me for a few more times before sliding off my leg and standing up. “Your bed or mine, baby?” she asked as I stood up, drips of cummy dew dribbled from the end of cock onto the linoleum.

“Uh, my room is still pretty messy. How about your bed?”

She smiled, nodded, and took my hand as she led me to her bedroom.

“Just tell me what you want me to do, mom. I know I came like two hours ago, but I am so turned on right now, I doubt that I would last very long no matter what you decide.”

“Tell me about it, baby! I am wetter than I’ve been in my entire life!” To emphasize her point, she moved my hand down to her pussy and she definitely wasn't lying for it got my hand coated instantly with her warm juices.

“Okay! So, uh, where do you want me?” I asked sheepishly.

“Oh, just go ahead and lie on your back. I can cum pretty quick if I’m on top, considering you don’t think you’ll be able to last long.”

“Do you blame me?” I scoffed as I climbed onto the bed. “You must have some idea of just how hot you are. And you dressed up as a cheerleader, blew me, then swallowed my cum? Don’t think I’ve forgotten even the tiniest detail of that. You’re lucky I didn’t cum in your hand at the table!”

Once I was on the bed, she instantly climbed on top of me and straddled me. I gasped and thought of what I could do to make sure that I lasted long enough for her to enjoy it too as she pulled forward and lifted up, leaning on her right knee as she took hold of my cock and rubbed it over her wet pussy lips. Just that felt good! Uh…what to think about?

She shifted forward and up before sliding down onto the full length of my cock, way easier than I expected. Oh God, she sure was wet! Warm too! She didn’t ask, but I was still a virgin before then, so I was about to lose my virginity to my own mother on my eighteenth birthday! I had to make it last as long as possible. Ah! The Spurs! They lost their last home game in a heart-wrenching defeat. All I had to do was focus on how awful I felt after watching their loss in overtime and that would surely increase my staying power, right? Mind over matter!

My mom leaned down and pulled up my hands to place them on her ass as she gyrated into my cock. Oh it felt so good! So fucking good! I was able to keep my mind only partially distracted as she increased her pace and began panting heavily with every thrust. Most of the movement was from her, but I was able to get into the rhythm rather easily and hoped that we would be able to do it enough times so that I could focus more on the moment in the future and not cum too quickly.

“Oh baby, I’m close!” she panted. “Grab my ass tight, baby!”

“Okay, mom,” I panted back, forcing myself in the zone.

“Oh, baby! Baby! Here it comes! Grab on tight, baby!” she wailed and began shuddering as she came, definitely needing me to hold on or else she would have been liable to pop off my cock as she came. The combination of squeals and grunts she made as she came was unlike anything I ever expected to come out of my mom’s svelte frame. Then again, I had no earthly clue that I’d ever be fucking her. It was too much to bear. A sad basketball game can only hold off so much.

“Oh, mom! I’m gonna cum too!” I wailed, wondering if she’d want me to pull out.

“Cum inside me! Cum inside me, baby!”

“Oh mom! Oh mom! I’m cumming! I’m cumming in you, mom! Oh fuck! Fuck!” I wailed as I came, and oh my god, it was the best cum ever! Why it felt so good mere hours after I last came, I’ll never know, but my cock thrusted and went balls deep every time, gushing who knows how much cum deep into my mom’s pussy.

She slowed down her own thrusts, barely coming off her orgasm right as mine began and she collapsed on top of me, my cock still inside her as we lay there on the bed, breathing heavily. I realized that I still had my hands on her ass, so I moved my arms up to hold her in a tight embrace. She kissed the underside of my chin as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Finally, when our breathing was close to normal and I felt my cock finally pop out of her pussy as it went flaccid, she said, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“That really was the best present ever,” I said as I rubbed my hands across her back. “I don’t think I’ll ever get a better birthday present as long as I live.”

She laughed and said, “Hey, the day isn’t over yet! You know, we still have quite a few hours until we have to get ready to meet your grandparents for dinner.”

“Well, I kind of would rather do this all day now that I know it’s an option!” I beamed.

“And it always will be, Mr. Man of the House!” she grinned back and placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Just think, mom, you could have given me this present for my birthday last year or the year before…” I said but she pulled her head up and shook it adamantly.

“Oh no, no.” she said emphatically. “I swore to wait until you were eighteen. I even pledged to God that if you were a boy, I would wait until you were eighteen, no matter what!”

“Holy shit, mom, are you saying that you were planning to do this sort of thing with me…before I was even born?” Whoa. Just, whoa.

“No, not like when you were a little boy, that’s absurd. I’m talking about in case I got tempted when you were becoming a man. You would not even believe just how many times I’ve masturbated to the thought of how I would blow you the very first time I did it. Oh that cheerleader thing? That would have been worth quite a few orgasms had I thought of it before last night!”

“So you got turned on with the thought of blowing me even though I’m your son?”

“It turned me on more BECAUSE you’re my son. If you were just some young stud roommate of mine, it just wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t.”

“So I'm a stud, huh?” I chuckled. “Wow, my mom has a major incest kink. Who knew?”

“Nobody else can know, mister! You keep this a secret, and you will have all of the hottest, nastiest, kinkiest sex you can possibly imagine, baby, right here at home! Your mom is up for anything! You want to tie me up and spank me before you fuck me? Check! You want to fuck me in the ass while I make waffles? Check! You want me to blow you on the couch while you watch basketball and eat Cheetos? Check! You want me to act like somebody else or your sister or a friend’s mom or Wonder Woman, whatever the fuck you want, baby. I am up for ANYTHING!”

I made a gesture with my hand at the side of my head and said, “PLOOF! My mind is officially blown.”

“I felt your cock start to get hard again while I was talking, so you must have liked the sound of some of those options,” she grinned.

“That and I just naturally get aroused at the thought of waffles and Cheetos.”

She laughed and said, “Nice! Oh, and in case I didn’t say it earlier…”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday!”