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First published: 24 April 2014

Birthday Boy
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, b/g, b/F, Incest, Mum-son, voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public nudity

I was doing my usual thing, shopping just before they closed for the night, I didn't always get exactly what I'd planned to buy for the next day's meal but by buying food with just one day's life before their sell-by date I did save thirty percent on average over my weekly shop. Not that I'd be able to do it for very much longer though, William, my son, was rapidly approaching his twelfth birthday and on that day my status would change from being simply unemployed and under the care and protection of the state to being a job-seeker on reduced money and a limited time to find employment.

I took my basket to the checkout and as I waited a woman in a designer dress pushed a very heavily loaded trolley to the checkout next to mine. I took a casual look into her trolley; I had to do a double take when I saw what was in it. Riding on top of ten packs of twenty four, one third of a litre, bottles of beer with twist off caps was a photograph printed birthday cake, a pack of small candles with cake holders attached. Now a birthday cake and trolley full of beer wasn't usually considered incongruous but the photograph on the cake was a kind of soft core image of a young female pop star in inappropriate clothing. The same picture adorned my own son's bedroom wall so I just assumed that a cake like that would have been for a boy under fourteen years old at the most.

I must have been looking, well staring in the trolley for too long because the woman turned to face me with her hands on her hips, she filled her lungs to give me both barrels, I looked up into her face, her hair was immaculate, her makeup had been applied with great thought, planning and care and she had a ton of gold hanging off of her head, face and neck.

She opened her mouth and I winced in anticipation of the torrent of verbal abuse but what came out was, "Vicky, Vicky Porter?"

It was my turn to wince as I said, "Victoria."

"God, Vicky, I haven't seen you since year eleven at the comprehensive! It's me, Teresa Green as was"

"Victoria."

"I'm getting ready for my Johnny's birthday party tomorrow."

"Is Johnny your husband?"

Teresa laughed out loud and started unloading her trolley onto the belt while she got the laughing out of her system.

"No, Johnny is my son, it's his twelfth birthday party tomorrow, me and his father didn't last too long after he was born, what about you, married? Children?"

"I have a son too but never married, my son will be 12 soon as well."

"Same as my Johnny then, what's his name, I might know him?"

"William...."

Before I could say more Teresa blurted out, "Bill, Bill Porter, no, no I don't think I know him!"

"William, his name's William Clark, I registered him under his father's name...."

"God, of course I know him, Bill Clark is my Johnny's best friend, you live in the flats, either 'G' block or 'H' block!"

"Gaitskell House."

"Yes, I was right, 'G' block; I suppose it's better than being a prisoner of cell block 'H'."

Teresa went off into fits of laughter once again as I unloaded my shopping onto the checkouts belt. We both exited the checkout area together and walked towards the exit; I had my little pile of shopping in a bag for life over my forearm while Teresa was fighting to keep her trolley going in a straight line.

"Where are you parked?"

"I'm on the bus, I don't have a car."

"Well, give me a hand with this lot and I'll run you home, I have to go past anyway."

I popped my bag for life into Teresa's trolley and gave her a helping hand on the trolleys handle, at some point I ended up pushing the trolley by myself while Teresa searched through her handbag for her car keys when we were less than half way to her car. At Teresa's flash BMW, she picked up the box with the cake in it and my bag for life, "Can you pop the beer in the boot, the cake needs to go on top of the beer."

I had thought that Teresa had been dressed like a fashion model in the store but that was nothing compared to my thoughts after she stepped into her car and sat next to me. Her dress had a slit up one side almost all the way to the waistband so when she sat down her left leg popped out into view, perfect stockings, not the economy brand either, the reinforcement at the top of the stocking was heavily laced and embroidered, they had to be real silk too, no one would go to that extreme for Nylon. Teresa bent forward to take her stiletto heeled shoes off and slip flat shoes on and as she did I saw two things, one, the reinforced toe and heel of her stockings were almost as ornate as the tops but also that the top of her dress was split right down to the waistband too and I got rather an eyeful of exposed breast.

Teresa saw my face as her tits popped into view, she smiled at me, "Don't you just love wearing Basques? This is my favourite, it's strapless and a shelf cup makes the most of my small titties and it's very pretty too."

At that, instead of pulling her top closed to cover up her fallen assets, she pulled it open wider so I could see all the lace and embroidery that cleverly allowed her breasts to be 'presented' in their best light, seemingly defying gravity because of clever engineering. Teresa was very proud of her body and clothing, all I could do was spin my head from side to side to see if anyone was watching her showing her body off to me.

"Your Bill is coming to Johnny's party tomorrow night...."

I interrupted her, "William!"

"....Why don't you come too? I've got to be home all night to stop gatecrashers, if you've got nothing on, you could keep me company, we could catch up on old times."

"William hasn't told me anything about a party!"

"Oh, well, you know boys; he'll just drop it on you at the last minute and swear blind that he told you ages ago."

Teresa went off into fits of giggles again and as she broke several dozen road traffic laws, including the speed limit, she started shaking her head, "Those boys, don't you just love them? Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?"

"No, every night's the same, just stopping at home and looking after William."

"Well then, that settles it, I've got tons of booze in the house, you come along with Bill and we'll make a girl's night of it, standing guard on the door together and playing catch-up."

I looked Teresa up and down again, I could see so much thigh slipping out from under the side slit of her dress that it looked suspiciously like she wasn't wearing panties or at least if she was wearing any they were French cut or thongs.

"Are you on your way out nightclubbing?"

Teresa took a quick glance over at me and smiled before shaking her head.

"You dress like that for work then?"

Teresa laughed again, "God girl, I don't work, no, I've been out for lunch with an old friend."

"Lunch, but it's six o'clock in the afternoon."

"Yes, well, you know how it gets when you get ...... erm, chatting, you know, with a very old friend. Nice restaurant with great food, fantastic ambiance and good company, you just lose track of time don't you?"

I thought to myself, 'Yes, I always lose track of time when I'm lunching at McDonalds, the ambiance and the ninety-nine pence burger, I often lose fifteen, twenty minutes in there.' But I didn't say anything but I did think it was a good thing that we had just arrived at the front of my block of flats so I could escape.

I hadn't said yes or no to Teresa's offer to keep her company at her son's birthday party, I still wasn't sure that William was actually going to Johnny's party at all and if he wasn't going then I'd have to stay at home with him, the council looked very badly on parents that left their children unattended in a fifteenth floor flat. Mind you, in a few weeks time everything would change, once William tipped over the twelve year old mark, then I was expected to go out to work and leave him to fend for himself even though government guidelines say they had to be fourteen. Our wonderful joined up government, one department saying one thing and the other something different.

I picked William up from the after school club in the basement of the block or as William called it, 'The babies club!' We had to walk up one flight of stairs as the lift stopped at the ground floor, I stabbed the 'Up' button but it didn't light up. The lift had worked in the morning when I went out to the job centre but it had stopped now, it worked roughly one third of the time and this wasn't one of that third.

We had to walk up fourteen flights of stairs, one hundred and forty steps, it really pissed me off but at least it kept me fit. As we climbed the stairs side by side, holding one handle of my shopping bag each I asked William if he was planning on going out on Friday night. His face coloured the instant I asked, so he was planning on going and telling me at the last moment and he was planning on going to Johnny's party.

"So, where are you going tomorrow night?"

"Just to a friend's house."

"Any special reason?"

"No, just going to play on his computer."

"Must be well off then if he has his own pc, who is it?"

"Just a boy from school, you don't know him."

"Where does he live?"

"Over on the private estate, he lives on that road that just had the footpath closed so we can't take the shortcut to school down their road."

"When were you going to tell me that you were going out?"

"I told you on Monday!"

"I don't think you did or I would have been asking all about your friend before now."

"I think when I told you, I'm sure that you were reading the letter from the benefits office; you were mad at the time."

William could have been telling the truth, I had received the bad news about the countdown to my losing my benefits and inviting me to my first ever visit to the job centre and I had been distracted all day on Monday. But I still doubted that I would have been so distracted that I wouldn't have heard and processed such important information.

"What's this boy's name and I'll need his telephone number, I need to talk to his mother before I can agree to you going over there."

"Mum, you can't, nobody else's mother will be phoning up."

"Oh, I see, so you won't be on your own going over to play on his pc then?"

William got a very sheepish look on his face and went very quiet for the rest of the climb to base-camp fourteen on Mount Gaitskell. As I opened the front door he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath which he let out with a sigh.

"His name is Johnny de-Lyle, he's having his twelfth birthday party tomorrow night, Terry, his mum, said he could have just twenty friends over and that we shouldn't tell anyone because of all the kids that try and gatecrash birthday parties, especially kids from the council estate crashing parties over on the private road."

"And what's his telephone number? I need to talk to his mother before I can let you go."

"I only have Johnny's mobile telephone number."

"He has a mobile phone?"

"That's not unusual mum, I'm the only one at school without a mobile phone."

"Phones are banned at your school."

"No one takes any notice of those rules, well, apart from me of course because I don't own a mobile phone."

"It may have escaped your attention that I don't have a mobile phone either, we don't have any phone because I'm unemployed and we can't afford such luxuries."

"Terry's unemployed but she has a mobile phone, she's got a BMW car and a big house as well."

"Yes but she's married, she probably doesn't need to work."

"What makes you think she's married?"

"Because we went to school together but back then, Terry de-Lyle was plain old Teresa Green!"

"You can't have gone to school together; you're much older than her."

"Well, thank you for that little vote of confidence darling and when you open your lunchbox at school tomorrow and wonder where your sweets for pudding are, remember that you called me old."

I went into the kitchen and closed the door behind me, something I never usually did. I prepared dinner for William and I took his into the living room before taking mine into my bedroom to eat in private. I stopped in my bedroom until eight o'clock, I took the opportunity of the silence to read a little of my library book.

At eight o'clock I went back into the living room, William was watching TV so I asked if he had done his homework.

"Yes, down at the babies club."

"Right, bath and bedtime."

William was about to walk through the door on his way to the bathroom and stopped.

"Mum, you're not really going to phone Terry are you? I'll be so embarrassed if you do."

He was blushing so badly that it looked like a bad case of melasma, if he had been a pregnant woman that was. Then something dawned on me, he was suffering from the red face at the moment but, his assuming that Teresa was actually far younger than I was could only be because of one thing!

"My God, you've got a crush on Teresa!"

William stomped off down the passageway saying, "I can't believe you said that mum, and she prefers to be called 'Terry', not Teresa."

I had definitely overstepped the mark; I hadn't seen William so upset in years, I followed him down the passage, it took me a while to stop giggling at my son's infatuation with my old school friend. I got to the bathroom door and knocked on it, William hadn't fastened the door properly and as I knocked the door opened slightly just as he was stepping over the side of the bath. I was a little surprised to see that my little baby was actually standing, just like a grown man, then I spotted a photograph sitting on the 'bath tidy', his eyes were totally fixed on the photograph and who could blame him!

I had to take a deep breath, should I try and close the door and pretend I'd seen nothing or should I say what I'd gone there to say or, should I say that it was wrong for him to have a nude picture of his best friend's mother? William wrapped the fingers of his right around his cock and made a fist, he pulled his hand down while he was drying his left hand. I watched as his mushroom shaped cock head popped out beyond his fingers as his fist reached his balls. He picked the picture up with his left hand and his right fist started its upward journey.

He closed his eyes and shook his head a little as a shiver ran through his body, when he opened his eyes again he saw me, mouth wide open, standing by the open bathroom door. He jumped upright to try and hide his erection under the bathwater and bubbles.

"God mum, you can't just walk into the bathroom when I'm taking a bath."

"I knocked the door but it wasn't closed properly and just opened by itself."

In William's haste to hide what he was doing from me he managed to sink his photograph under the bathwater and when it floated up it was blank, it wasn't a photograph in the conventional sense, it was an inkjet print out from a computer. William reached along the bath tidy for a face cloth and used it to cover his erection before turning his attention back to me.

"Mum, you can't phone Terry tomorrow, you just can't."

"I don't have to, Teresa has invited me over tomorrow night to keep her company, she told me all about the party and that you were going."

"Mum, you can't go to her house, you just can't."

"Why not?"

"You'll show me up in front of all my friends."

"Why will I?"

"You'll be the only mother there for a start!"

"Well, Teresa will be there, isn't she a mother?"

"She doesn't count, it's her house, they'll all expect her to be there. Anyway, she's cooler than any other mother in the city."

You kind of don't expect your own son to be quite so brutal but I felt that I should have been quite a way higher in my son's estimation, the fact that he had a crush on Teresa could have coloured his statement slightly but I was still pissed at him.

"Go to bed when you've finished your bath."

I went into my bedroom again and started reading my book all over again. When William finished his bath he knocked on my bedroom door and when I didn't answer him he just said "Good night mum," and he toddled off to bed.

Breakfast in the morning was a little frosty, William could sense that I was upset but for the life of him he had no idea why, it didn't even cross his mind that I could be pissed off at him. I packed his lunch box and left him to get everything else ready for himself. He left with just a miserable "Goodbye."

I stood at the living room window and looked down on the string of kids leaving our block, there had to be thirty kids living in our block of school age I had to admit that I didn't know a single one of them, we all lived so cooped up together that we didn't actually talk to each other, mind you, I had heard a rumour that there were thirty different languages spoken in our block alone, so little wonder that we didn't try to communicate with each other.

The building spat William out in just two minutes flat so that meant that the lift was working again, well, for the moment at any rate and that was a good thing as I had to go to the library at some point to use their computers to look for a job and to print out my CV that the Job centre had helped me to compile, they had printed ten copies out for me on Monday and in just four days I had sent all ten out to companies advertising in the job centre.

I showered, dressed and popped out to the library, they allowed me to print out five copies of my CV for free, they even gave me five envelopes to put my CV and covering letter in, it was all part of the 'Back to work' initiative by our local council, I could leave the letters with the librarian as well and she would frank them and pop them into the council's postal service, apart from the cost, a free service rather than paying around a pound per application form but also, the library service would monitor the time I spent looking for work and the number of application forms I'd posted off each week.

I left the library at eleven o'clock in the morning and within ten paces of the library a car was beeping its hooter at me. I recognised Teresa's BMW as soon as I turned around to look at it. I stopped walking and headed for the car; Teresa pushed open the passenger door and asked me to get in.

"I can't stop there, they use camera's to give people parking tickets round here."

I have no idea why I got in Teresa's car; the library was quite close to my block on the estate so I didn't need a lift home or anything.

"What are you doing for lunch darling?"

"Baked beans on toast I think."

"Oh darling, that sounds wonderful, I love the simplicity of good artisan fare, is there any chance that I could drag you away from your planned lunch and impose on you to do me a favour? I have a lunch date with an old friend and he's suddenly dropped the bombshell on me that he's invited a friend along and he's asked if I can find a fourth so that his friend doesn't feel uncomfortable."

Teresa had just taken off from the curb like a fighter jet on full re-heat. I had to hold on extra tight to stop myself being thrown about in the front seat of the car while I was trying to find the seatbelt. I was trying to get my head straight, trying to work out why Teresa was kidnapping me, how I could get out of a lunch date with someone I hardly knew and two people that I wouldn't know from Adam.

"I couldn't possibly go out to lunch dressed like this, no; it's out of the question."

"That's why we're going to my house; I'm going to give you a quick make over and lend you some of my clothes, so you look the part."

I couldn't believe that I was allowing Teresa to push me around the way she was, I just wanted to say no, put my foot down and go home to my ratty flat and eat my baked beans on toast for lunch like I usually did on a Friday afternoon but I suddenly found myself in Teresa's house, shit, house, Teresa lived in a mansion, it was easily the biggest house on a road full of very large houses.

I followed her through the front door and my jaw dropped, the grandest place I had ever been in my life before was the Dorchester Hotel when I was a child, my mother took me there for a birthday tea once and Teresa's house made the Dorchester Hotel look like a vagrant's hostel.

I was still saying no to Teresa's lunch invitation as she was pushing me through the door to her bedroom and opening her ensuite bathroom door.

"Strip off Vicky, quick shower and wash your hair with the shampoo for dry hair, green bottle with the big five on it and after you've showered and rinsed your hair thoroughly put the conditioner for blond hair, that's the red bottle but don't rinse that out, just leave your hair wet."

I still couldn't understand what the hell I was doing in her bathroom, naked and taking a quick shower when I didn't want to go with her on a double lunch date, worse, for me it was a blind double date.

I almost crapped myself when Teresa walked in on me while I was totally naked, she was also totally naked apart from a shower cap covering her hair.

"Have you used the blond conditioner?"

I was trying to hide as much of my body from Teresa as possible as she stepped into the shower behind me.

"No, not yet, you told me put the conditioner on but not rinse it out, so I was going to use it when I'd finished my shower."

Teresa moved me to one side, out from under the tropical deluge shower head, she squibbed a lump of the conditioner into the palm of her left hand and then, while I was still trying to cover my wet body from her view, she started massaging the conditioner into my hair.

"Right, wrap your hair in a white hand towel to stop it dripping and go into my bedroom and dry off while I take a quick shower, oh, and put ten minutes on the timer, you'll find it on my bedside table."

I sat on a seat at the side of a huge expanse of bi-fold doors that opened up the whole bedroom wall to a small balcony outside the bedroom window, Teresa was in and out of the bathroom, she was still totally naked and was allowing her body to 'air-dry' as she was doing things like brushing her hair through and putting makeup on her face. I was staring at her body, nothing sexual; I couldn't believe just how comfortable she was, being totally naked in front of me.

I was just beginning to admire her golden tanned body without the hint of white skin anywhere. And she was sporting a very sharp Brazilian wax job between her legs. She was about to start doing her nails when she suddenly looked at me and then at the timer at the side of her bed and back at my face, she was mulling something over in her mind but still looking right into my eyes, I got suddenly very nervous and blurted out.

"I think my son has a crush on you..."

That comment caused her to smile but she was still staring into my eyes.

"...I think he had a photograph of you, I saw it last night when he was in the bath but I walked in on him and he dropped it into the bath."

"Ahhh! Bill's such a sweet boy but dropping the picture in the bath would have ruined it, I'll have a word with Johnny, get him to print Bill off a new one."

"William, his name's William."

"How long has it been since you came out here? The timer still says ten minutes; you must have forgotten to press start. We'd better get the conditioner rinsed off quickly before it lightens your hair too much."

I was pulled back into the bathroom and bent over the sink; Teresa used a hand shower to rinse the cream out of my hair into the sink as Teresa rubbed warm water through my hair and roughed deep down to the roots with the fingertips of her right hand.

"I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have a badger curled up in your lap, would you like me to trim it through for you while we're in here?"

"What?"

"Well, I'm trying to make you look beautiful to the outside world; you'll be surprised how different you'll feel if every bit of you is beautiful, what have you got to lose apart from the fifteen minutes it will take to run a strimmer over you."

She lifted my arms and looked at my 'member of the Tufty club' badges in both pits and then she looked at my arms and legs.

"I think we're going to need an industrial defoliant for all of this, it'll take hours to get rid of everything with clippers and a shaver."

Once again, I had said nothing at all but Teresa was plastering my arms and legs with depilatory cream, it was very embarrassing for me when she stripped the towel away from me and started to rub the hair removal cream in the fine hairs that led from my pussy up to my belly button, then she used a spatula to form a sharp edge across the top of my bush with the cream, then she pulled my legs apart and formed straight edges on each side of my pussy bush, down to a point that was a fraction of an inch from the start of my vaginal slit.

While my legs were wide open she showed absolutely no shame at all as she used her fingers to run the depilatory cream over my labia on both sides of my cunt, I wanted to push her hands away but I was frozen to the spot as she almost caressed my vagina, linking the cream on either side of my labia up the point that she was creating in the hair covering my mound.

"Just going to press the start on the countdown timer, sit still or you'll get the cream all over the place."

When Teresa ran back into the bathroom she pulled me to my feet.

"I've found the perfect dress for your figure but I need to just ..... As I thought, you need a little on the small of your back too."

Teresa plastered depilatory cream all over my back, from my buttocks almost up to my shoulder blades and then started to brush my hair and put massive curlers into my hair all over my head. She had just finished setting the curlers and spraying all over with some kind of lacquer when the timer bleeped in her bedroom. She popped her shower cap on my head and sent me back into her shower.

I'd lost all track of time and washed all the hairs from my body, a very strange feeling as clumps of pussy hair was tumbling down my legs and onto my feet as the water hit me."

"Remember to wash between your legs as well Vicky."

I muttered "Victoria" under my breath, I felt very uncomfortable rubbing around my pussy with Teresa watching my every move.

"Turn around; I need to rub your back for you."

I once again followed her instruction blindly without question and as she rubbed my back under the torrent of warm water I gave a little shiver and as her hand passed my bum cheeks and rubbed between my legs that shiver ran a little wilder. I'd never had any leanings towards other women in my life but then again, this was the most personal contact I'd ever had with another woman since I was a child and my mother used to bath me.

The next thirty minutes was a bit of a whirlwind, Teresa did a very light makeup job on my face, she handed me a thong and insisted that I at least try it on.

"The more you know you're beautiful to the core, the more beautiful you'll act outside, trust me, the way you dress and the way you're presented have a massive effect on how much you enjoy yourself."

I didn't feel at all comfortable with the impractical knickers on but I was giving it a try as Teresa had suggested. Then I was handed real silk, black stockings, they didn't need suspenders though, the lace at the tops of each leg had a bright scarlet ribbon threaded through it that Teresa tied in neat bows.

"Why can't I wear a suspender belt?"

I only asked because I had just seen a drawer full of them where Teresa had just got the stockings from.

"A suspender belt will show."

I took a guess that she meant the little lumps and bumps of the straps and snaps might be seen if the dress was a little tight over my hips but when she handed me a dress without first handing me a bra I got the real reason for her comments. The dress had a very low back line, well, way more than a very low back line; as I slipped my arms through the shoulder straps of the dress the back didn't even cover the back of the thong I was wearing.

Teresa just tutted and told me to take it off, I started to slip my arms from the shoulder straps of the dress.

"No, not the dress, the thong, you didn't want to wear it anyway."

"I can't go out wearing just this flimsy dress with nothing on under it."

"Well, you have stockings on under it."

"But if the shoulder strap slips off one of my shoulders I'll be naked in public!"

"We have tools in our tool kit to keep you safe."

Teresa used double sided tape on top of my shoulders to glue the straps in place, then she gave me bright scarlet stiletto heeled shoes, they looked unworn, brand new and they fitted me like a glove.

"Walk up and down; let me see what you look like."

I stumbled a little on the six inch heels; I had worn high heels before but never that high.

"Just keep walking up and down, get used to them while I finish dressing."

Teresa dressed in exactly the same outfit as I had on, from the black stockings with scarlet ribbons and shoes; the only difference was she didn't bother gluing her shoulder straps to the tops of her shoulders.

"Don't slouch forward Vicky, your puppies will escape!"

"Victoria."

Suddenly I discovered a feature of the dress that I hadn't spotted when Teresa fitted it onto my body. The low back was in the form of a kind of tube that looped all around the dress, across the front, just under my neck a bit like a small polo-neck, then it formed the shoulder straps and ran down the edge of the back to a fraction of an inch above my bum crack before returning up the other side. All of that, of course, I had seen but as I looked down at the front of my dress and spotted that from that rolled neck at the front there was also a slit down the front that went past my navel and as I leaned forward Teresa was right, my puppies did fall out the front of the dress.

The hemline of the dress was a bit higher than I'd like but so long as I kept my back straight I'd be okay. As we walked from the house to the car Teresa used her mobile phone to call our lunchtime companions to let them know that we were running a little late but that we were on our way now.

Teresa launched the car in the direction of the country park on the outskirts of town and down the drive of the Lakeside Country Hotel. We were greeted at the door by a well-dressed man in his early fifties, there was a very theatrical kiss on both cheeks from the both of them and then he walked on to me and did the same to me, I just allowed him to kiss me on my cheeks but I didn't respond. Then a much shyer, slightly younger man stepped from out of the shadows, he was a German called Helmut and Teresa's friend introduced him to Teresa, she kissed him on his left cheek and introduced me to Gordon, her lunch date and then introduced me to Helmut, so now we knew who we all were.

Teresa and I were treated like royalty, nothing was too much trouble for Gordon and Helmut where we were concerned and the staff treated all four of us like we were VIP guests at the hotel rather than just luncheon customers.

Teresa and I sat opposite each other at the table and Gordon and Helmut sat on the other two sides. The meal was exceedingly long and drawn out, not that I was complaining about that, once I'd relaxed into my new look. There was exceptional food from the kitchen and the best wines I'd ever tasted in my life from the hotel's extensive cellars and great company of two, slightly older but still extremely sexy men.

Gordon was very smart and had a great sense of humour, he had the three of us in tucks of laughter and as soon as he saw the way our dresses reacted as we rocked back and forth laughing at his jokes he redoubled his efforts to make us laugh. The sweet was delivered at three o'clock and at three fifteen I started fretting about the time. I invited Teresa to join me in the toilet.

"I have to get off home, William will be out of school in fifteen minutes and he's not expecting to go to the after school club, he thinks I'm going to be at home waiting for him."

Teresa took her mobile phone out of her handbag and her thumb rubbed effortlessly back and forth over the screen for fifteen seconds.

"There, I've just texted Johnny to tell him to take your Bill round to our house; they can make a start on making the sandwiches for tonight. What do you think of Helmut by the way?"

"William, and what do you mean?"

"Well, it's obvious that he has the hots for you, how do you feel about him?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea what I should say or do in a situation like this, the last man that I'd dated was William's father and that was many years ago.

"Well, if he tried to kiss you, would you be repulsed or might you like it just a little bit?"

"Well, I guess if he kissed me it wouldn't be too bad."

I suddenly got a fit of the giggles; I was fifteen years old again, back at school and talking to Teresa Green in the girl's toilets about boys again. I think the giggles were more fuelled by the large quantity of alcohol though more than the subject of boys.

"The thing is, Gordon has a suite here at the hotel, he's staying here for a few days on business and I had kind of offered to give him a big 'thank you' for the lunch, that was, of course, before his business associate invited himself along to the lunch party. I'd still like to thank Gordon for the meal, I was wondering if you'd like to keep Helmut occupied while Gordon and I get comfortable together in his suite."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Nothing is expected or demanded; you can sit in the lounge bar and have a drink with him, that would make Helmut's year, a beautiful woman, dressed to kill all to himself in the public bar, his mates will drop dead with envy."

Teresa sure did know how to boost my confidence and get me interested, just like she did back at school where she could get any girl to do anything that she wanted them to do.

We were about to walk out of the toilet when Teresa stopped me.

"If you do want a little privacy with Helmut, give us fifteen minutes and then you can bring him up to suite three-fifteen, Gordon and I will be in the master bedroom by then and the sitting room as well as the smaller bedroom will be free, you set the rules as to how far things go. You know, just a kiss and cuddle, a quick fumble, full sex, he'll be happy with anything, anything at all that you'll let him do, even if it's just to talk and let him look at you in private."

I was shaking so violently when I followed Teresa out of the toilet that I was finding great difficulty in walking, it had been a very long time since I was so turned on that I couldn't walk properly but there it was, no point in trying to hide it, I was so ripe for sex that I'd have probably done Helmut over the dining table in front of everyone in the place.

Helmut jumped up to help me sit down at the table, the waitress came over to ask if we needed coffee, Teresa said that she and Gordon didn't want coffee but that Helmut and I should enjoy a liqueur coffee to round off our meal. As the restaurant had finished Lunch service and the staff were trying to clear the room for the evening's events we were asked if we would like to have our liqueur coffee in the lounge.

Gordon stopped the waitress leaving with our order for two Monk's Coffees, that's the one that has Benedictine in the coffee, "Could you bring me the bill before the coffees please."

Even though she was just a waitress doing a job, Gordon spoke to her very gentlemanly and gave her a wonderful smile before she turned and left. Gordon assigned the bill to his suit and he dropped thirty pounds on the waitress's tray for her tip. As soon as she left, Gordon helped Teresa to her feet and guided her towards the lobby and on to the bedroom beyond.

Helmut and I sat and drank our Monk's Coffee and from time to time men would walk past and smile at Helmut and he would nod at them proudly. After the lunch service had finally ended, the hotel had set up coffee, tea, cakes and little sandwiches with their crusts cut off for the delegates that were coming to the weekend's conference that Gordon and Helmut had arrived early for and most of the men that were now arriving knew Helmut and were impressed that I was sitting with him.

I was starting to feel very much 'on display' as more and more men arrived and they all collected their 'afternoon tea' and had started to group together around Helmut and me. Helmut was on cloud-nine, he'd be getting his back slapped all weekend as the event went on, don't ask me why but in the end I whispered in his ear, "We could get a brandy at the bar and take it up to Gordon's room."

Helmut made a big thing of ordering two brandies to take up to our room at the bar and he handed one glass to me to carry and then wrapped his arm around my back as we walked towards the lift. As we waited at the lift's doors Helmut was rubbing his hand over the bare flesh on the small of my back, the doors opened and in the reflection of the mirrored rear wall, I could see the look of pure jealousy on the faces of all of the men that were at the hotel for the convention.

As the doors of the lift were about to close there was a warning to mind the doors, Helmut leaned in so that his mouth was a fraction of an inch from my mouth and as I looked beyond him as the doors closed men all over the lounge were standing up to get a better view.

"I'm sorry; I was just playing to the gallery."

"You don't need to apologise and you should have done it properly before the doors closed!"

I couldn't believe that I had just said that to Helmut, inviting him to kiss me in public like that, I don't know what came over me well, until Helmut leaned in the last inch and his lips pressed against mine and we stopped in that simple kiss until the lift's doors opened. We were about to step out of the lift when a voice said, "Going Down?" Helmut broke the kiss and turned to look at the man in the doorway, "No, up." Because the back of the lift was mirrored the man wanting to take the lift down could see that Helmut's hand was massaging my lower back and kept disappearing from view under the material of my dress.

As the doors started closing the other man said, "See you at the opening address later Helmut."

Helmut's lips were already pressing into mine so he couldn't answer, the lift took off again and Helmut had a little giggle, "He ran for the stairs as soon as the doors closed to dish the dirt with the others." When the lift finally reached the third floor we tumbled out into the hallway, I looked at the signs, "Room three-fifteen is that way." I pointed to the right and we walked along with Helmut still massaging my lower back and onto my bottom under the dress material.

I opened the door to Gordon's suite, it crossed my mind that I was actually leading things on, not simply following Helmut but I was now the driving factor and Helmut was following my lead. The door opened on to a passageway with one door on the right and two doors on the left with the living room straight ahead but no door, the passage opened out into the room. Teresa's dress and shoes were on the floor directly in front of the door on the right; I thought it a very clumsy attempt at indicating which room was in use but Teresa needn't have bothered, the noise of sex coming through the closed door left no doubt which bedroom was in use.

Because the passageway was too narrow for us to walk side by side I went through the door first and as Helmut's hand slipped out of the back of my dress I caught it with my free hand and pulled him down to the living room, it suddenly worried me that I might give Helmut the impression that I was eager for something to happen so as we reached the living room I stopped him, he kissed me again as we stood face to face and I had to take a deep breath, for the first time in my life I had been leading the way and now, for the first time I was the one that had to apply the brakes.

I let the kiss run its course and I also allowed Helmut's hand to explore my right breast through the thin material of my dress and as our lips parted I pushed him away a few inches so I could speak without Helmut's lips getting in the way.

"Helmut darling, I can't have sex with you, I just brought you up here so we could have a little privacy, I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression about me."

Helmut looked over his shoulder at the wall separating us from Teresa and Gordon, "Okay, I guess, as usual, Gordon gets all the luck." Helmut looked a little sheepish and brought his hand back up to the front of my dress, this time, instead of taking a handful of my breast, he just rubbed the backs of his fingers against my very erect nipple. I brought my glass up to my lips and took a large swallow of my brandy.

"So, okay if I can't fuck you, can we do everything short of me actually putting my dick in your fanny?"

How should I respond to that, in my life I had never really had any experience with sexual negotiations, the few boys / men that I'd had sex with in my life had never asked about sex, never asked my permission, we had just done it. I really didn't have any way of knowing what to do, all I did know was that Teresa had made it clear to me that it was all up to me, I had to set the rules, I felt my shoulders shrug and the words spilled out.

"I guess so, anything short of full sex."

Helmut turned his hand over and slipped his fingers under my breast and lifted it, still encased in my dress, his eyes flicked past me to the vast expanse of glass behind me and then back to my eyes. I took another sip of my brandy, just two swallows and the glass was almost empty. Helmut tipped the contents of his glass into mine and he smiled at me again.

"Will you take your dress off for me?"

I swallowed hard; I just couldn't believe that a man, a stranger until three hours earlier would just come out and ask me to take my dress off for him knowing that apart from stockings, I was totally naked under it. There, did you see that, his eyes just flicked to the window behind me again, just a flash and his eyes were back, locked on mine but his smile was broader again. I took another swallow of my, or should I say our brandy.

"We'll have to close the curtains if I'm going to have to take my dress off for you."

The look of disappointment that suddenly spread over Helmut's face made me suspicious; the lights in the room were already on, even though they didn't need to be at that time of the day so it wasn't that the room would be in darkness.

"Here, let me put these glasses on the coffee table."

I took his glass from his hand and looked towards the window as I put the glasses on the table. The room we were in was in the East wing of the hotel, about forty feet away; across the glass roof of the orangery was the west wing. The three bedrooms that overlooked the room we were in, all be it forty feet away were full of men from the convention; they were lining the windows looking over at our room. I even recognised the man who had stopped our lift just a few moments earlier in the centre of the throng.

I turned back to Helmut, his look of disappointment had now changed to the sheepish look of a boy caught out.

"You can't be serious Helmut! Do you really want me to undress for you in front of..."

I looked over my shoulder and did a quick head count of the faces at the windows opposite before turning back to him.

"...Thirty other men?"

"If you took your glasses off you wouldn't even know that wing of the hotel existed."

I didn't wear glasses but I could see his point, it was the whole 'if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear, does it make a sound?' I brought my hand up to the side of my head and in my imagination I took my glasses off and the thirty faces opposite disappeared.

"Are you really sure that you want me to do this?"

Helmut's grin returned to his face and he nodded his head enthusiastically. I stepped into the middle of the room, pointed at the sofa and Helmut moved over and sat down. I turned so that I was facing Helmut on the sofa, sideways on to the window and wriggled my shoulders out of my dress. As the dress slipped to the floor Helmut gave a low wolf-whistle.

"My God, you have a fantastic body Victoria."

I kept my body square on to Helmut as I moved towards the side of the window where the chords that would close the curtains were hanging. As I pulled the chord I could actually hear the men opposite booing at me and banging on their windows in protest. I walked slowly back to the sofa, Helmut's eyes never left my body, I sat on his left and he wrapped his left arm around my back. I leaned forward momentarily to take another large swallow of my brandy before settling back against Helmut's left arm. Helmut started to explore every nook and crevice of my body; he kissed me from time to time but for the most part he was enjoying himself exploring my body with his hands and eyes.

I couldn't believe that Helmut hadn't jumped on top of me by now, I had said no to sex with him even though my body disagreed with my mouth and I know full well that if Helmut had climbed on top of me I wouldn't have stopped him, in fact, I was just about at the point where I was about to jump on top of him and rape him.

Helmut suddenly looked up, I looked up too, what was he looking at?

"Listen, silence, total silence."

Helmut was right, I had been so lost in my own thoughts and needs that I had missed Gordon and Teresa's end game, suddenly the master bedroom door opened and Teresa walked out, she stepped into her shoes and kicked her dress to one side before stepping out and joining me and Helmut in the living room.

"I'm glad that you two are getting to know each other out here."

Teresa walked right over to the sofa, she spotted my glass on the table, she knew that it was mine because of the smear of lipstick on the rim, she took the glass and drained the last of the brandy out if it. She reached down and pulled Helmut to his feet.

"Why don't you go through to the bedroom on the right and get undressed Helmut darling, won't be long."

Helmut almost ran to the smaller bedroom, he was stripping his clothes off as he went. Teresa pulled me to my feet too.

"Do you want to fuck Helmut?"

I just stood there blushing; I didn't even give a shrug of my shoulders which was my usual response to any difficult question.

"I'll do him then, you go in and have a kiss and a cuddle with Gordon, he won't try to fuck you, I've worn him all out, he loves a post-coital cuddle though and we've got to get home soon."

We walked down the passageway together I turned left into the master bedroom and Teresa turned right, she didn't close her bedroom door so neither did I.

As I joined Gordon on his bed I heard Teresa say, "Come on then big boy, show me what you can do with that huge German sausage." I lifted my head and watched as Teresa rolled a condom down Helmut's huge cock-shaft, then Gordon pulled my head back down and wrapped me in his arms and we started kissing. Gordon and I kissed and cuddled as Teresa and Helmut fucked each other very energetically for almost an hour. I almost fell asleep on Gordon's chest as he rubbed me gently between my legs, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm many times before Teresa turned up at our bedroom door.

"Put that man down you trollop we've got to go."

We dressed and as I was about to leave Teresa went back into Gordon's bedroom, I heard him say, "Here, a little present for you girls, get yourselves something nice."

At the lift I asked what Gordon had given her, "Not in the lift," Teresa looked up at the ceiling of the lift, there was a small camera looking down into the lift, "Too many eyes in the hotel."

Once in the car Teresa took a wad of money out of her bag, she counted out one hundred pounds and handed me fifty of it, I must have had a horrified look on my face because Teresa shook me, "I didn't ask for anything, Gordon had a good time, we made him and Helmut look good in front of the others and he wanted to show his appreciation. He knows how much all this costs, that dress was three hundred pounds, those shoes, two hundred, even the makeup isn't cheap and all the time we've taken to get ready. It's just a present from a very grateful friend."

We pulled up in front of Teresa's house at six-thirty, she drove her car right up to the huge double sized door of her garage, easing the BMW forward until the door actually moved slightly, proving her bumper was pressing into it.

"There, no one in or out through the garage door. Johnny's party is in the garage, the side gate's locked and there's barbed wire on the other side of the wall. Anyone trying to get in has to come through the front door."

As I opened the car's door I could hear the music coming through the thin metal door of the garage. We walked in through the front door and went straight through to the kitchen; no one was there, no sign of food either. Teresa guided me out to the garage; it was a huge space, enough room for four large cars but it was totally empty apart from a few tables and large scatter cushions around the floor. There was a large table with the ten boxes of beer unpacked on top of it and the recycling wheelie bin standing at the side with its mouth wide open waiting for food.

There was another table with large trays of sandwiches, snacks and in the centre the semi-pornographic birthday cake. Johnny and William were bent over the sound system getting their track selection sorted out. Teresa cleared her throat, William was the first to respond, he turned and looked from Teresa to me and back to Teresa with a broad smile on his face.

"Hi Terry, you look sexy tonight."

"Oh, you darling boy Bill, you're so kind."

"William" I said as I usually did when anyone called my son Bill.

William's head span back in my direction, his eyes widened, almost popping out of his head as his jaw dropped, it took several minutes for him to compose himself and then he stammered out "M-m-m-mum."

Johnny was now looking at me, he gave me a wolf-whistle and the two boys came over to me and William walked round my body to look me all over, I have to say that my son looking at me like that made me feel more uncomfortable that I felt when I stripped my dress off in front of thirty-one men earlier. Teresa pulled William away from me and she kissed him passionately on his lips and as she parted she wiped her thumb over his lips to remove the trace of her lipstick. Johnny tried to kiss me on my lips but I sidestepped him and his mother pulled him into her body and planted a huge kiss right on his lips as well.

"Only just less than five and a half hours to go and you'll be twelve, how does that feel?"

"Great Terry I'm really looking forward to unwrapping my present at midnight."

Teresa looked over at me and gave me a smile before whispering in her son's ear, "I'm still working on your present but I hope it will be ready by midnight."

Teresa and I left the boys to setting up their music program for the evening and Teresa took me back into the area that she called her entrance foyer. The foyer was bigger in square feet terms than my living room it was double height with the stairs leading up to a galleried landing above, the room had a sofa and one comfortable chair and in the corner under the stairs had a sixty inch flat screen TV and a high end hi-fi system. If I hadn't already seen the other four reception rooms, I would have assumed that the foyer was her living room.

Teresa fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses which we started drinking straight away. The doorbell sounded and Teresa opened the door to four boys, I recognised their faces from various events at William's school but had no idea of their names. Teresa knew all four of their names and welcomed each one individually, thanking them for coming to Johnny's party and kissing each boy on his lips.

We started talking, sitting next to each other on the sofa and each time the doorbell sounded Teresa jumped up and answered the door, the boys were all known to her and all got kissed on their lips, she knew all of the girl's names as well and the girls got kissed on both cheeks. It was close to eight o'clock and Teresa was doing a little mental arithmetic.

"Just two boys left to come now."

The doorbell chose that moment to ring out, Teresa opened the door and two boys tried to step in, she barred their progress, "I don't think so boys, nice try though, access by invitation only tonight."

Five minutes later she opened the door again and let two boys in that she knew.

"Right, fourteen boys and six girls, doors closed and locked for the rest of the evening. There's a gang of about ten older boys at the end of the drive but I doubt that they'll try anything, now we just have to keep an eye out for people looking to mess up the other rooms in the house."

Where we were sitting we could see the passage leading from the garage into the house, there was a shower room in that passage with a toilet in it and a utility room with a huge sink so there was no reason for anyone to need to come into the main house area. Teresa and I sat drinking and talking, our lunch date formed a big part of our conversation, how I'd liked it, how I felt about being naked for Helmut and Gordon. Far more importantly though, would I be willing to do it again, either with Teresa or on my own?

The evening slipped away rather quickly, a little erotic talk and a lot of wine and at ten thirty the front doorbell sounded again. Teresa went to the door, she invited the caller to come in and wait inside but he preferred to wait in his car as there were still a few undesirable elements hanging around outside.

Teresa went through to the garage and returned with three of the kids who were about to be picked up. Ten minutes later the doorbell sounded again and Teresa again invited the man in to wait and he accepted her offer.

"Vicky darling, can you go and tell Johnny that Sarah's father is here to pick her up."

Teresa caught my arm and whispered, "Whatever you see, don't make a big thing out of it, just one of the few special nights in a boy's life!"

I headed for the passage way leading to the garage and as I turned the corner I looked back, Teresa and Sarah's father were in a clinch, and it was obvious that he knew that the front of her dress gave easy access to her breasts.

Bacchanalian Orgy came to mind as I walked through the garage door. The scatter cushions around the floor were all occupied by boys and girls kissing and canoodling with each other, William and Johnny were standing at the sound system playing the tracks and watching all the fun and frolics all over the floor. I gave Johnny the message but to do that I had to whisper right in his ear, he nodded his head, thanked me and then stole a kiss before I could back away, my eyes flicked over to William, he was looking on with a wide grin on his face.

I wasn't in any hurry to get back to the foyer in case Teresa was still busy with Sarah's father. I watched as Johnny went over to one of the girls lying on her back on a large cushion, he whispered in her ear and she sat up, she gave the boy with her one last kiss and then started to button the front of her blouse, she was lifting several cushions, obviously looking for something, I spotted what she'd found even though she tried to hide it from me before she popped it in her handbag, it was a tiny blue thong. Sarah collected two other kids, one boy and one girl and I watched them all put various parts of their bodies away before filing out through the door.

Perhaps I should have gone at the head of the line, just in case Teresa and Sarah's father were still busy, perhaps save a little embarrassment but I was too late. Everyone gave their goodbye hugs and kisses before leaving. As the front door opened I spotted another parent walking down the drive.

By five minutes to midnight the last guest was leaving, the music from the garage had stopped and William and Johnny walked through to the foyer.

"How do you feel darling? Only five minutes to go until your birthday, feeling special yet?"

Johnny kissed his mother on her lips and nodded his head before he turned to the hi-fi and put on some 'smochie' music. William was at the side of the front door and he turned off the main lights. The foyer turned almost totally dark.

Even though the room was in darkness I managed to see William walk over to Teresa and start dancing with her. Johnny came over to me and pulled me to my feet with just one word, "Dance!"

My eyes were getting used to the low lighting and I watched open mouthed as my son eased Teresa's dress off over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor while they were French kissing each other. Johnny was trying to turn me so that I couldn't watch William any more, it took him a few tries but eventually Johnny's lips met mine and I let him kiss me properly for the first time.

The mantle clock in the living room chimed out midnight and at the last ding of the chime sounded Johnny eased my shoulders out of my dress, just as William had done to his mother moments earlier, I heard Teresa's voice coming from the direction of the stairs, "Happy birthday darling!"

I broke off the kiss with Johnny and looked towards the stairs; William was pulling the totally naked Teresa up the stairs behind him. Johnny took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, I allowed him to do it as well. I was far too drunk to be thinking straight, I had seen and heard so much sexual activity throughout the day to actually think straight or act with any kind of moral integrity.

At the top of the stairs Johnny pulled me towards his mother's bedroom instead of his own, as we walked through the door William had just finished undressing and was walking on hands and knees up Teresa's emperor sized bed from the foot of the bed towards the naked woman lying there with her legs and arms wide open for him. I froze in the doorway and watched as William finally reached Teresa's cunt and his mouth covered it, licking her deep inside for a few moments before continuing his climb up her bed and her body.

I was on the very ragged edge of my first ever orgasm just from seeing some act and having no physical contact on my vagina as William lowered his cock into Teresa's cunt and started to slowly fuck her. Johnny pulled me over to the bed and sat me down on the edge, then he slowly stripped off while he watched William and his mother fuck. Once Johnny was totally naked he rubbed his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth for him to push his cock in.

I heard, rather than saw William cum in Teresa's cunt and Johnny chose that moment to pull his cock out of my mouth and pull me round so I was lying next to his mother. William and Teresa lay in a post-coital cuddle and watched as Johnny climbed between my legs and started fucking me. It wasn't the wonderful experience for me that I'm sure it was for Johnny; he was big for a twelve year old but certainly no Helmut in the cock area.

I just lay there and accepted Johnny's spunk as he climaxed into me. After we'd finished fucking all four of us went to sleep, me and Johnny cuddling together and William and Teresa doing the same. Before I fell asleep I looked at the bedside clock, it was one o'clock in the morning.

I was shaken awake, I looked towards the clock, it was three am, I was being fucked again and from the vibrations coming from the bed, so was Teresa. The room was in total darkness apart from a little moonlight coming through the windows. I looked over to Teresa, I gasped in horror, I wasn't looking at William fucking Teresa it was Johnny, and he was fucking his own mother, as disgusting as that sounds, as I was also being fucked, it meant that the cock in my cunt at that moment was...

I looked up and as I did, William bent his head down and kissed me on my lips, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth, he kept up the kiss until I felt the warmth of semen filling my vaginal cavity. As soon as he finished climaxing into me and got his breath back he looked down at me passionately and said, "I love you mummy!"

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